The Distant Affair

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The feast had not yet begun, but the air in the cellar was already thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the heavier, sweeter stench of fear, and you stood at the threshold of the stone room, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, vibrating weight of the glass vial hidden in the pocket of your woolen tunic. Your mother, Elspeth, had pressed the vial into your palm that...

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