The Distant Affair
The frost had settled into the flagstones of the High Gallery with a persistence that seemed less like weather and more like a slow, calcifying judgment, and Elara Vance stood before the obsidian mirror, her hands trembling not from the cold, which was a polite, expected thing in the court of the Winter Sovereign, but from the terrible, heavy weight of the silence that had grown between her and...
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