The Distant Affair

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The wax was already ash before your fingers touched it. You stare at the grey powder on the stone floor, a small, lifeless cloud where the seal should be. The black mist seeps under the door, thin as smoke, thick as grief. You are Elara. You are thirty-two. You are the night watchman of the Abbey Archive. You want to survive this winter shift. You need the pension. Your mother is dying in a bed...

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