The Distant Affair
The iron key was cold against the palm of Sir Aldric’s hand, a coldness that seemed to seep past the skin and settle into the marrow of his bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the winter wind howling through the cracks of the castle’s highest tower and everything to do with the profound, aching emptiness that had taken root in his chest the moment he had realized that the woman he loved,...
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