The Distant Affair

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The rain on the stone roof of the abbey was a relentless, rhythmic drumming, a sound that had worn the flagstones thin over centuries. You stood in the center of the refectory, the air thick with the smell of damp wool, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. It was night. The only light came from a single tallow candle that trembled on the table before you, casting long, dancing...

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