The Distant Affair

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I cut the thread. The needle slipped from my fingers. It fell with a sound like a bone breaking. The room was cold. The stone walls wept. I held the white cloth. It was not just cloth. It was skin. It was breath. It was the last thing of her. "Master," I said. My voice was dry. "It is done." He stood in the shadows. The High Inquisitor. He did not move. His robes pooled on the floor. They were...

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