The Distant Affair

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The iron gate of the manor was already breached before I could reach it. I stood in the mud, my quill still tucked behind my ear, watching the smoke rise from the east wing. It was not the clean, white smoke of a hearth fire. It was grey and thick, tasting of ash and old blood. I am a scholar of texts, not a warrior, but the war had come to my doorstep, and with it, the silence that follows the...

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