The Distant Affair
The mist clung to the valley floor. It was thick. White. Silent. I walked. The mud sucked at my boots. Cold. Wet. I carried the sword. It was heavy. Iron. Old. My name is Elias. I am a knight. Or I was. Now I am a ghost in my own skin. The forest was dead. Leaves brown. Stalks brittle. The air tasted of rot. I moved forward. Step by step. The path was narrow. Roots twisted. I saw it. The lake....
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