The Distant Affair

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The lantern burned low in its iron cage, a single, stubborn eye staring out into the wet dark of the village square, and I stood before it with the heavy, rusted chain of my duty coiled in my hands, waiting for the morning fog to lift so I could see the faces of the men I was meant to protect, though I had long since stopped believing that protection was a word that applied to us, for we were...

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