The Distant Affair
The frost has crept into the marrow of the stone walls, a crystalline lattice that binds the very air of the crypt to the earth beneath your feet, so that you stand not merely within the space but inside the geology of it, where the silence is not an absence of sound but a physical weight pressing against the eardrums with the patience of a glacier. You are the Keeper, a title that carries the...
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