The Distant Affair
The air in the town of Oakhaven hung heavy with the scent of coal smoke and wet wool, a thick, industrial shroud that clung to the skin and tasted of iron on the tongue. It was a place where the gears of progress ground against the silence of the past, and where the boundaries between the living and the remembered had grown so thin that one might step through them without a second thought....
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