The Distant Affair

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2026-08-19 08:27:08 -

The hall smelled of beeswax and old fear. I stood by the pillar. My hands were cold. The stone was cold. Lord Alistair spoke. His voice was low. It rumbled like distant thunder. "You see," he said. He looked at me. "The garden." I nodded. I did not speak. The garden was gone. Not gone, as in lost. Gone, as in erased. The roses were there. The stone path was there. But the soul of it was...

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