The Distant Affair

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You stand at the edge of the stone. The moss is thick. It smells of wet earth and decay. This is the Watchtower. You are the Sentinel. Your name is Elias. You are old. Your bones ache. The wind cuts through your tunic. It is cold. The stone is colder. You hold your spear. The wood is smooth. It has been polished by your hands. This is your only companion. The sky is gray. It presses down on the...

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