The Distant Affair

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2026-08-18 05:53:37 -

You hold the glass. It is thin. It is cold. The light catches the rim. It glints. You see your own reflection. It is fractured. You are a clerk. You are quiet. You sit in the office. The rain taps on the pane. A soft, persistent drumming. Your boss, Mr. Thorne, walks past. He does not look at you. He never looks at you. He smells of wet wool and old paper. He is the superior. You are the...

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