The Distant Affair

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2026-08-21 17:58:49 -

The coach rattled over the cobblestones. My bones shook with it. The rain tapped against the glass. It was a cold, grey morning in London. I held my satchel tight. Inside was the jar. It was heavy. It smelled of iron and old earth. I am not a witch. That is what they say. They whisper it in the dark. They say I cast hexes on the crops. They say I brew poison in my cellar. I am a healer. I know...

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