The Distant Affair

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The dream was not of a place, but of a weight. It pressed against Julian’s sternum, a cold, iron thing that tickled his nose and whispered in a language older than English. He woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the sheets tangled around his legs like the vines of a dead garden. Outside, the fog lay thick over the moor, erasing the horizon, erasing the boundary between the world he knew...

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