The Distant Affair

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The ink on your fingers is still wet, a dark and viscous thing that stains the pale skin of your knuckles, and you stand in the shadow of the archive door, listening to the silence of Oakhaven which is not a silence at all but a held breath, a collective suspension of judgment that weighs heavier than the stone walls around you. You are Elias, twenty years old, a scribe of modest talent and...

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