The Distant Affair

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2026-08-18 08:20:41 -

The mud is cold. It sucks at your boots. You are running. The sky is grey. The wind cuts your face. You hold the coat tight. It is wool. Heavy. Dark green. It smells of lavender and old smoke. It is the only thing that is real. You are a seer. Or so they say. They call you a witch. They call you a ghost. You do not care. You care about the coat. It belongs to Elias. He is gone. He is not dead....

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