The Distant Affair
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that turned the cobblestones into mirrors reflecting a sky that had forgotten how to clear. It was a Tuesday in the autumn of the year 1342, a time when the air tasted of wet iron and old parchment, and the streets were thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, sweet decay of overripe pears from the...
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