The Distant Affair
The rain does not stop. It falls in a gray curtain, blurring the edges of the world until the village of Oakhaven is nothing but a smear of stone and wet moss. You are standing in the kitchen. The floorboards are cold against your bare feet. You are not cold. You are only waiting. You are a clerk. You count the grain. You weigh the salt. You keep the ledgers for the Lord of the manor, a man who...
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