The Distant Affair

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The tower was cold. It was always cold. The stone wept with condensation, a slick, dark mirror to the night sky. Inside, the air tasted of iron and old dust. Thomas sat on the floor. He did not move. He did not breathe. He listened to the silence. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. It pushed into his skull. He felt it in his teeth. He felt it in his bones. He had been here...

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