The Distant Affair

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The gate stood at the edge of the fog. It was iron, black with rust and rain, and it did not open. It did not close. It simply was. I stood before it with my rifle slung low, the wood damp against my hip. My name is Arthur. I had worn a uniform for twenty years. I had followed orders. I had kept the peace. I had done my duty. But duty was a thin cloth, and the wind here tore it into rags. This...

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