The Distant Affair

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Elias. The name was not spoken by a human mouth but by the wind itself, a low, grinding friction that scraped against the stone of the pass and settled into the marrow of your bones. You were thirty-two years old, a border warden for the Crown, and the light of the late afternoon was failing, turning the snow-dusted peaks into shades of bruised purple and grey. Your want was simple and...

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