The Distant Affair
The iron gauntlet of the Warden did not strike with the precision of a soldier, but with the desperate, flailing weight of a man who had forgotten how to be human. It crashed into the shoulder of Thomas Bradshaw, sending the older man sprawling into the mud of the market square, where the smell of rotting turnips and wet wool hung thick in the air. The town of Oakhaven was not a place of grand...
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