The Distant Affair

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2026-08-18 16:40:23 -

The rain fell like a judgment. It slicked the stones of the keep. I stood on the rampart. My hand was on the hilt of my sword. The metal was cold. It bit into my palm. I felt the pulse in the flesh. It beat against the steel. Throb. Throb. Like a trapped bird. Below, the valley lay in mist. The village of Oakhaven slept. Or so they thought. I watched the chimneys. Thin threads of smoke. The...

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