The Distant Affair

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The wind does not ask your permission. It enters the stone corridors of the manor, cold and indifferent, stripping the warmth from the air. You are here. You have always been here. The walls are high, carved from granite that remembers the weight of centuries. You are small against them. You are part of them. You feel the moss on the floor. It is soft and damp. It is you. The green grows in the...

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