The Distant Affair

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2026-08-20 12:42:21 -

The ring was heavy. It sat on my finger like a stone in a shoe. Not gold, not silver, but iron. Black iron, pitted and cold. I had worn it for three days. Three days of marching through the mud. Three days of listening to the rain hit the leather of my hood. I did not take it off. I could not. My hand was mine. The ring was mine. But the hand was not truly mine anymore. It belonged to the...

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