The Distant Affair
The frost did not merely settle on the ground; it ate. Elara felt the cold seeping through the soles of her boots, a sharp, localized ache that mirrored the hollowing sensation in her chest. She carried the leather-bound manuscript in her arms, her knuckles white against the worn cover, as if she could physically hold the words together with sheer force of will. The path to Oakhaven was a...
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