The Distant Affair

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The leather of my bracer had stiffened against the frost, a rigid shell that bit into the skin of my forearm as I hauled the iron gate shut behind the last of the patrol. It was the third day of November, 1342, and the wind off the northern ridge carried the scent of wet stone and decay, a heavy, cloying weight that pressed against my chest with every breath I took. I was forty years old, and...

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