The Distant Affair

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The storm took the roof off the library at dawn. You stood in the corridor, mud-slicked, watching the sky tear open. It was not rain. It was ash. Fine, grey ash that smelled of sulfur and old paper. You were the Archivist. Your title meant nothing here, in the ruins of the Pemberton estate, but the men who owned you had given it to you to keep you quiet. To keep you useful. You loved Eleanor....

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