The Distant Affair
The road to the Blackwood Estate was not a path but a scar, a dark vein of mud and crushed gravel that cut through the fog like a wound that refused to close. Thomas Hale walked it with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man who has forgotten how to walk lightly, his boots sinking into the earth with a sound like wet coughs. He carried no weapon, only the weight of a letter in his breast...
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