The Distant Affair

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The pills were blue. That was the first thing I knew, a fact as solid as the floorboards beneath my boots and as cold as the morning air that seeped through the windowpane of my office. I had dreamed of them for weeks, a cascade of tiny, ceramic discs tumbling into a dark, silent river, their surfaces worn smooth by the friction of time and hands. In the dream, they did not heal; they eroded....

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