The Distant Affair
The iron gate of the Citadel of St. Jude had not rusted, yet it screamed when Thomas turned the handle, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room. It was the Hour of Wolves, that ancient time when the city of Oakhaven held its breath, the cobblestones slick with a mist that smelled of wet wool and old blood. Thomas, a boy of twelve years with eyes too large for his face and hands that...
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