The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, grey mist clung to the cobblestones of the square. It smelled of wet chalk and old paper. Elara stood at the edge of the fog. She held a book. The pages were blank. "You are late," said the voice. It came from everywhere. It came from nowhere. It was the sound of a page turning in an empty room. Elara looked up. The figure before her was tall. It wore...

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