The Distant Affair

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The castle burned. Not slowly. Not with a gentle, respectful sigh of smoke. It exploded. Sparks flew like angry bees. Stone cracked. The air tasted of sulfur and wet ash. Eleanor stood on the balcony. Her dress was white. It was already black with soot. She did not run. Running was for people who had nowhere to go. She had a place. A specific, terrible place. Her husband, Julian, was in the...

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