The Distant Affair
The rain fell like a punishment. It drummed against the slate roof of the Grand Hall, a relentless, hollow percussion that matched the beating of Elara’s heart. She stood in the center of the marble floor, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned white. The stone was cold. It seeped through the thin soles of her shoes, a chill that traveled up her legs, into her hips, and settled deep...
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