The Distant Affair

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The ink on the ledger page is still wet, and you are wiping it with a rag that smells of turpentine and old sweat. Your hand trembles, not from cold, but from the lingering vibration of the dream where your father’s face, stitched crudely onto a stranger’s neck, smiled at you with a mouth that had too many teeth. You are Silas, a thirty-year-old City Guard, and you need the night shift...

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