The Distant Affair
The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was a cold, hard rain. It tasted of iron. Eleanor stood under the awning. She was shaking. Not from the cold. From the fear. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. A vibration against her hip. A heartbeat that was not her own. She did not look at it. She knew what it said. The glass door of the office slid open. Warm air rushed out. It smelled of coffee and...
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