The Distant Affair

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The ink was wet, and it smelled of iron. "Do you know what you are holding, Elias?" Thomas Bradshaw asked, his voice low, like a stone rolling in a dry creek bed. He stood by the shrine, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the scribe with the patience of a man who had all the time in the world. It was the winter of 1342, and the air in Millhaven was so thick with the scent of rotting...

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