The Distant Affair

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Why does the hand rot before the lie is told? I asked this in the schoolhouse, under the single lamp that hummed against the silence. The Duke’s hand was black to the wrist. It smelled of iron and wet wool. I, Ursula Schulz, had been summoned to cure it. The court whispered I was a witch. They were wrong. I was a physician. The curse was simple. The hand decayed only when the holder denied a...

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