The Distant Affair

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The fire was too bright. It ate the dark. I watched the sparks fly. They danced. They died. My hands were shaking. I could not stop them. The wood cracked. It screamed. "Drink," said Silas. He held the cup out. It was wood. It was rough. It smelled of sap and old sweat. I took it. My fingers brushed his. His skin was cold. "Drink, Thomas," he said again. His voice was soft. It was a whisper. It...

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