The Distant Affair

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The glass sits on the table. It is clear. It is cold. You know its weight. You know its shape. It has always been there. You are Margaret Holloway. You are sixty-four. You live in a house of stone and silence in the Cotswolds. The rain taps against the windowpane. It is a rhythmic sound. It is the sound of time passing. You do not look at the rain. You look at the glass. You are a seer. Not in...

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