The Distant Affair
The ironwood stag stood motionless in the center of the clearing, its antlers branching into a complex lattice of thorns that caught the last bruised light of the dying day. Elara Vance did not see the beast as a creature of flesh and blood, but as a geometric anomaly, a violation of the natural order that her eyes, trained in the precise cartography of the old world, refused to fully process....
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