The Distant Affair

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The wall breathes. You know this. It is a fact of the structure, not a metaphor. You press your palm against the cold stone. The mortar is wet. It has been wet for three days. The dampness seeps into your gloves. You peel them off. Your skin is white. It looks like paper. You are the Keeper. The title is old. It fits the era. The town of Oakhaven sits in a bowl of mist. The mist does not lift....

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