The Distant Affair
The satchel is heavy. It is heavier than it has any right to be, pressing against your hip as you trudge through the mud that has turned the road into a slurry of black earth and rain. You are walking. You have been walking for three days, since the last time the sun felt like anything other than a grey smear behind the clouds. The village is ahead, a cluster of stone buildings huddled together...
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