The Distant Affair

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The mud at the base of the Oakhaven gate was not merely wet but thick, a cloying paste that sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he stood in the shadow of the drawbridge, his left hand a rigid, useless claw locked in a fist that had not opened in three years. The air smelled of sulfur and wet wool, and above him, the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with the threat of the approaching...

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