The Distant Affair

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The feast was held in the hollow of a valley that did not appear on any map drawn by men, only by gods who had forgotten their own names. The air smelled of roasting lamb, crushed mint, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. I sat at the edge of the long table, my hands trembling as I tore at the bread. It was a thick, dense loaf, dark as soil, and it tore with a sound like a bone snapping....

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