The Distant Affair
The dream had no walls. Only the gray. Miles woke with his hand on his throat. His fingers were cold. He touched the skin. It was whole. He breathed. The air tasted of iron and old stone. He stood. The room was small. Stone floor. Single window. Barred. He was in the Ward. The Ward of the Order. He looked at his hands. They shook. He clenched them. The shaking stopped. He was a Knight of the...
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