The Distant Affair
The dream was not of water, as one might expect for a man who spent his life submerged in the cold, viscous logic of market trends, but rather of a vast, sterile field of white lilies stretching to a horizon that did not exist, where the petals were not soft but composed of a brittle, translucent material that clicked audibly when the wind, which had no source, touched them, and you stood in...
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