The Distant Affair

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The light in the sector was thin, a pale grey that did not warm the stone or the men who guarded it. I stood at the marker, the same pillar I had tended for two years, now broken into three jagged pieces on the wet grass. It was thirty-one of Widow’s Landing, a place name that had no map entry, only a memory of a ferry queue in the rain. The fog was rising from the fjord, thick and physical,...

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