The Distant Affair

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The gate is rusted. You know this. You have touched it a thousand times, your knuckles white against the iron, feeling the cold bite into skin that no longer feels like yours. It is early. The fog sits low in the valley, a thick wool blanket smothering the village of Oakhaven. You are the Warden. That is all you are now. Not Thomas. Not the man who played the fiddle. Just the Warden. You walk...

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