The Distant Affair

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The dream is not a dream but a waking, a slow bleeding of the spirit into the walls of the keep, where the air tastes of iron and old stone and the heavy, cloying scent of rosemary that has dried in the crevices of the mortar. You are here, in the high tower of Ashworth, and the wind does not blow so much as it presses against the shutters, a living thing seeking entry, yet you do not open...

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