The Distant Affair

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2026-08-23 05:50:31 -

The ink was on my thumb before I woke. It was a single, dark bead, wet and cold, sitting in the whorl of my fingerprint. I did not sleep. I sat on the edge of the cot in the Iron Abbey’s watchroom, the stone floor biting through the soles of my boots, and stared at the stain. It was not a scratch. It was a mark, deliberate and deep, bleeding not red but a black so profound it seemed to pull the...

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