The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a sky the color of bruised iron, a heavy, silent weight that turned the road into a river of mud and decay. It was in this grey deluge, somewhere between the crumbling stone of the old mill and the black maw of the forest, that Elias found the woman. She stood with her back to him, her cloak torn and soaked through, revealing the sharp...
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