The Distant Affair

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The iron tasted of blood and rust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before the bell even rang. I stood in the shadow of the mill gate, my hand wrapped around the pommel of the sword I had forged in the basement, the steel warm from the hammering. The town of Oakhaven lay before me, grey and smog-choked, the chimney stacks of the textile factories breathing a constant, sulfurous...

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