The Distant Affair

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The wind howled through the pines, a sound like tearing silk. Elias stood on the ridge, his boots sinking into the frozen mud. He was not a man who ran. He had never run in his life. But now he ran. The forest was dark, but not with night. It was dark with absence. The trees had turned to iron. The sky was a sheet of lead. He clutched the satchel against his chest. Inside, it hummed. He had...

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