The Distant Affair
Act I The market at Aix buzzed with the clatter of carts and the low, rhythmic hum of cash registers opening and closing, a mechanical heartbeat that marked the pulse of trade in the January thaw. Melanie Lefevre stood at the edge of the stone quay, her fingers white-knuckled around the cracked jade token, watching her father’s carriage disappear down the road toward the capital. She was...
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