The Distant Affair
The bell rang. It was not a school bell. It was not a church bell. It was the iron tongue of the Citadel, deep in the throat of the stone. It rang for the dawn. It rang for the end. Elara stood in the corridor. Her feet were bare. The floor was cold. It was always cold. She held the shawl. It was wool. It was thick. It was grey. It had once been white. Now it was the color of ash. The color of...
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