The Distant Affair

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The ink is still wet on your skin, a black vein pulsing beneath the translucent membrane of your wrist, and you are laughing, God help you, you are laughing because the candlelight is so bright it bleaches the color from the room, and the wine in your goblet is red enough to stop a heart. You are a man of letters, a scribe in the service of the Duke, and tonight, at the feast in the great hall,...

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