The Distant Affair
The rain had not stopped for three days, and in that perpetual grey wash, the palace seemed to be dissolving into the mist that clung to the hills like a shroud. I stood by the high, arched window of my private chamber, watching the water drip from the eaves, a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like the slow ticking of a clock counting down to an end I could not name. I was not human,...
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