The Distant Affair
The iron gate groaned against the stone floor, a sound like the tearing of old skin, and Elias stood in the center of the cell, his hands slick with the cold sweat of a man who has just realized he is no longer safe. The air in the dungeon was thick, not merely with the smell of damp moss and rotting straw, but with a heavy, opalescent mist that seemed to pulse in time with the beating of his...
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