The Distant Affair

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Elara, you are late with the ink. The voice came from the desk at the far end of the room, low and dry as old paper. Halloway did not look up from his own ledger. His pen scratched a steady, rhythmic line across the page, a sound that seemed to cut the heavy, stagnant air of the archive. Elara stood frozen, her hand hovering over the stamp. The heat in the room was not the heat of the summer...

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