The Distant Affair
The smell of lavender and old grease clings to the air in the kitchen, a scent that has permeated the very stones of the manor over the last decade, becoming as much a part of the architecture as the beams themselves. You stand by the window, the glass cold against your palm, watching the rain streak the cobblestones below, where the market square usually thrums with the noise of merchants and...
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