The Distant Affair
The frost has been gathering on the windowpane since before the dawn, a creeping lattice of ice that turns the world outside into a blurred, ghostly sketch, and you are sitting in the dark of the study, holding the heavy, cold weight of the iron key in your palm, feeling its jagged edges bite into the flesh of your hand as if it were a living thing trying to claw its way out of your grip. The...
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