The Distant Affair

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Elias. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by the Captain who stood at the foot of the stairs. I did not look up from the parchment. My quill was moving, scratching against the skin of the page, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. I was thirty-two years old, and my hands were stiff with the cold that seeped through the walls of the Duke’s tower. I had been a scribe for...

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