The Distant Affair

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The iron gate groaned as I pushed it open. The sound was a low, rusty scream that cut through the still air of the courtyard. I stood at the threshold of the palace, my hand still on the cold metal. My name was Eleanor. I was the daughter of the late King. Or so they said. I was here to claim what was mine. Or to be denied. I could not tell which. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. I...

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