The Distant Affair

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"Stop," said the Warden. His voice was low. It scraped against the damp air. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. It smelled of the deep earth. Miles did not stop. He walked on. His boots were heavy. They dragged on the slick floor. The floor was black. It was not stone. It was not dirt. It was something else. It was the skin of the world. It peeled away under his weight. "You are not...

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