The Distant Affair
I woke in the cold, damp stone of the keep, the taste of iron and old blood still clinging to the back of my throat, and I knew with a certainty that pierced my very marrow that the time had come for the final reckoning, a reckoning that would not be fought with steel or sorcery, but with the sheer, unyielding weight of my own existence against the crushing tide of history, which had long since...
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