The Distant Affair

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You wake not with a start but with a slow, viscous unfolding, as if your limbs are made of wet clay that is only now remembering the shape of bone. The air in the chamber is thick with the scent of stale wax and damp stone, a smell that has settled into the mortar of the walls over centuries. You are in the antechamber of the High Court, a place where the light is not natural but filtered...

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