The Distant Affair

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The mud on my boots was slick, red, and warm. It smelled of iron and the wet earth of the riverbank. I stood at the edge of the willow grove, my breath ragged in the cold dawn air, and stared at the body of the man who had tried to stop me. His name was Thomas, a junior warden, and he lay face down in the sludge, his uniform torn, his hand still clutching the hilt of a sword that had not quite...

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