The Distant Affair
The iron gate of the estate did not creak as it opened, which was the first thing that felt wrong to Elara, for the hinges had been rusted into a permanent shriek for as long as her memory reached back, a sound that had worn grooves into the silence of the valley like water wearing stone, yet now it slid open with a smoothness that seemed to suck the air out of the lungs, leaving only the...
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