The Distant Affair
The gate closed. Iron. Heavy. The sound echoed in the throat. Margaret turned. She looked at the stone wall. It was high. It was gray. She did not look back at the carriage. It was gone. The dust settled. Silence returned. She was the Archivist. The Keeper of Records. The Council called her wise. They called her blind. They thought she knew nothing. They were wrong. She knew everything. She...
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