The Distant Affair
The stone house stood against the sky like a broken tooth. Elara knew the cracks. She had mapped them. Her hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. The disease was in the walls. It was in the beams. It was in the very mortar that held the world together. She could hear it. A low, grinding whisper. The sound of decay. The sound of ending. She had been the Keeper. For forty years. Now, she was...
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