The Distant Affair

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The rain fell on the grey stones of Aethelgard. It was a cold, thin rain. It soaked the wool. It soaked the skin. It seeped into the bones. Malcolm stood by the window. He watched the street. The street was empty. The lamps were out. The dark was total. He held a cup of tea. It was cold. He did not drink. He waited. He had been waiting for three days. The city was old. The stones were old. The...

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