The Distant Affair

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Act I The air in the Magistrate’s office tasted of wet chalk and old paper, a dry, abrasive grit that coated the back of my throat before I could speak. I stood before the desk, my uniform stiff with the damp from the street, and I did not look at the man behind it, but at the window where the Grey Mist was beginning to coil around the iron bars. My brother, Lucien, had been taken three days...

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