The Distant Affair

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The frost had not yet broken when the old man found the thing in the snow. It was a bird. Not a crow, nor a raven, though it wore the black of a winter night. Its plumage was too fine, too iridescent, shifting from oil-slick blue to a deep, bruised purple as the weak sun touched it. It lay still on the white blanket of the field, its wings spread in a gesture that was not quite death, but not...

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