The Distant Affair

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Elara. The name was not spoken by a person but by the wind that rattled the single pane of glass in the workshop window. It was a cold sound, sharp as a needle slipping through silk, and it cut through the damp chill of the November air. Elara sat at her bench, the silver locket resting in her palm, its surface warm despite the freezing room. She had found it in the pocket of a man who had...

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