The Distant Affair
He woke with the taste of iron and old leaves on his tongue, a metallic tang that seemed to have seeped into the very marrow of his bones, and for a moment he lay still, listening to the wind howl through the skeletal branches of the oak tree that stood sentinel over the clearing where he had fallen asleep, the sound a low, mournful moan that felt less like weather and more like the breath of...
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