The Distant Affair
The rain has not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurs the edges of the world and turns the cobblestones of the old district into slick, dark mirrors that reflect nothing but the falling sky, and you stand there, in the center of the great hall, feeling the weight of the silence that has settled over the room like a physical substance, thick and suffocating, pressing...
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