The Distant Affair

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Thorne, you are late. The voice of Lord Vane was not loud, but it carried the weight of the iron gates that closed behind us every night, a sound that settled into the marrow of my bones and kept me shivering through the damp chill of the courtyard. I was twelve years old, a page in the service of the industrial court, and I had missed the evening bell not because I was idle, but because I was...

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