The Distant Affair

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The rain fell in thin, silver needles. Elara stood at the edge of the marsh, her boots sinking into the cold mud. She held her breath. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. She was alone. The mist swallowed the horizon. She could not see the path home. She could not see the road to the village. She stood still. The water lapped at her ankles. It was cold. It was alive. Her hand trembled. She...

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