The Distant Affair
The shadow weighed three pounds. That was the figure the village apothecary had given, a precise measurement for a thing that had no mass, only a darkness that pooled on the floorboards like spilled ink. Elias stood in the doorway of his father’s sickroom, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had fallen over Oakhaven. The mist was rising,...
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