The Distant Affair

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The iron of the helmet was fused to my brow, a cold brand that did not burn but numbed, sealing my senses in a tight, gray knot. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, the floorboards groaning under the weight of my boots, while the air around me tasted of copper and stale wax. There was no sound, or rather, there was only the sound of my own breathing, a ragged, wet thing that seemed too...

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