The Distant Affair

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The frost on the windowpane was not ice, but a map of veins, pulsing with a faint, arterial red. "You are late," said the King. His voice did not echo in the stone hall; it seemed to be swallowed by the heavy tapestries, which were woven from threads that had once been human hair, now silver and stiff. Eleanor did not bow. She stood in the center of the chamber, her hands bound by chains of...

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