The Distant Affair

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The bell tolls for the third time, and the sound hangs in the air like a wet woolen cloak, heavy and damp. You stand at the edge of the cobblestone square, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the clay in your satchel. It is midday, yet the sky over the city is the color of a bruise, a deep, swollen purple that seems to press down upon the slate roofs of the old...

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