The Distant Affair

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The coat was heavy. It was wool, dense and gray, stitched with a pattern of small, interlocking rings that caught the light like wet stone. It smelled of lavender and old iron. I wore it. I did not choose to wear it. The weight of it settled on my shoulders, a physical anchor to a life I was trying to outrun. The village of Oakhaven was quiet. It was a place of stone walls and thatch roofs, of...

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