The Distant Affair

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The mist in Oakhaven does not clear; it thickens. It is a living thing, a grey breath that presses against the windowpanes of the guardhouse, smelling of wet wool and old iron. My left hand is a drum of pain, a hollow ache that pulses with every heartbeat. I am Elias, thirty-two, the border guard of this dying village. I want to prove my loyalty to Thomas, my superior, my friend, the man who...

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