The Distant Affair
The rain fell on the cobblestones like a curse. You walk through the city of Ashworth. The stone is wet. The air is cold. You carry the book. It is heavy. It is old. The leather cover is cracked. You hold it tight against your chest. Your name is Elias. You are a scholar. You study the old texts. You know the words. You know the history. But you do not know the truth. Not yet. The castle looms...
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