The Distant Affair

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The magistrate’s seal was still wet when I saw it, a black smear on the parchment that smelled of iron and rot. "You are denied," he said, not looking up from his desk, where a brass scale balanced a vial of gray liquid against a stack of unpaid debts. "The quarantine is absolute, Constable. Your son is a vector, not a victim." I stood in the doorway, my uniform stiff with the damp fog that had...

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