The Distant Affair

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The dream was always the same: a black stag standing on the crust of a frozen lake, its breath a cloud of white vapor that hung suspended in the air, drinking from a source of water that should not exist beneath the ice. When Elias Thorne woke in his narrow bed in the staff quarters, the smell of wet earth and iron clung to his skin, and his fingers were stained with a black ink that had no...

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