The Distant Affair

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2026-08-18 05:12:10 -

The fog in Millhaven tastes of iron. It clings to the teeth. It coats the tongue in a thin, metallic film. I spit it into the gutter. It hits the cobblestones with a wet slap. My hands are shaking. They always shake when the soot settles deep in the lungs. I look at them. They are brown. Not the brown of earth. Not the brown of old wood. The brown of tar. The brown of death. My fingers are...

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