The Distant Affair

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You are standing in the courtyard of the old estate, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and dying ivy, and you feel the weight of the silver chain around your neck like a second spine. It is cold. It has always been cold, even when the sun broke through the gray canopy of the winter trees, even when the hearth in the great hall roared with the heat of oak and ash. You are the Warder....

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