The Distant Affair

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The hall smelled of roasting boar and wet wool. The firelight danced on the stone walls, a frantic, living thing. You sat at the high table. Your armor was off. The leather straps were still damp against your skin. You flexed your fingers. They worked. They did not ache. Not yet. Eleanor sat across from you. She did not look at you. She looked at the wine. The wine was dark. It swirled in the...

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