The Distant Affair

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The mist was thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. I stood at the edge of the cliff. My name is Thomas. I was a clerk. I counted coins. I counted hours. I did not count days. The days had stopped counting me. Elara stood beside me. Her hand was cold. Her fingers were white. They gripped my arm. Not soft. Not gentle. They gripped like roots in frozen earth. "We go," she said. Her voice was low....

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