The Distant Affair

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The wind tore at the hem of the coat as Elias stood on the precipice of the cliff. It was a wool thing, heavy, dark as a bruise. He had worn it for twelve years. It smelled of damp stone and old ink. He looked down into the chasm. Below, the sea crashed against the rocks. It was a sound like breaking bones. He turned to leave. The order had come at dawn. A letter. No signature. Only the seal....

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