The Distant Affair

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Act I Who owes the gate its breath? Orn Ithel asked the question aloud, though the air at the docks was too thick for sound to travel. He stood at the edge of the quarry lake, the water an unnatural, bruised blue that reflected no sky. His hands, rough as the pumice stone he used to scrub his boots, trembled slightly as he adjusted the strap of his satchel. The cold snap had burst the pipes in...

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