The Distant Affair

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The ink was already wet, Elias, though you had not yet dipped the quill, and the smell of the parchment was not the dry, dusty scent of old vellum but the coppery, metallic tang of fresh blood, a smell that clung to the back of your throat and refused to be swallowed. You stood in the center of the Archive, the room’s only light coming from a single tallow candle that burned with a blue, sullen...

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