The Distant Affair

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The fog did not rise; it pressed, a cold hand against the face of the world. Elias stood at the edge of the Blackwood, his breath hanging in the air as a white thread, fraying before it could reach the trees. He held the leather satchel in his left hand, the straps cut into his palm, the weight of the parchment inside a dull ache against his hip. He was a scribe of the village archive, a man of...

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