The Distant Affair

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2026-08-17 14:28:43 -

The iron door of the watchtower is cold against your back, a slab of frozen metal that bites into the small of your spine even through the wool of your tunic. You are standing in the dark, in the narrow, circular room that smells of damp stone and old blood, and you are holding a wheel of cheese. It is a simple thing, a round disc of pale, dense curd, wrapped in a cloth that has gone gray with...

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