The Distant Affair

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The dream was always the same. A clean severance at the wrist. The hand fell into the mud, fingers still twitching, while Silas Vane stood watching, paralyzed by a horror that felt less like fear and more like recognition. He woke in the narrow bunk of the border warden’s quarters, the damp stone of the tower pressing against his back. His right palm ached. It was a phantom pain, sharp and...

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