The Distant Affair
The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise; it pooled, a thick, grey sea that swallowed the roots of the ancient oaks and the stone rim of the well. Elias Vane, a scribe displaced from the city three years prior, woke to the sound of shattering glass. He was forty years old, his hands stained with ink and the cold damp of his exile, and when he stumbled down the slope to the well, the...
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