The Distant Affair
The frost crept into the corners of the room, a silent thief that took the warmth from the stone walls. Elias sat by the window, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. Outside, the winter landscape of the Cotswolds was a study in stark white and grey, the fields blanketed in a silence so profound it seemed to hum. He had been here for three years, ever since the...
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