The Distant Affair

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The smell of wet wool and rusted iron hung in the air of the Grey Citadel, a scent that clung to the back of Usman Qureshi’s throat like a swallowed stone. He stood in the mist-choked court, his nine-fingered hand gripping the edge of the stone bench, demanding the return of his stolen silver brooch. The High Warden, a figure draped in grey robes that seemed to absorb the weak light, cited the...

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