The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a grey, pervasive mist that clung to the stone walls of the Hall of Judgments. I stood by the window, watching the courtyard below. My hands were trembling. They were always trembling now, a fine vibration that traveled up my wrists and settled in my jaw. I had worn these gloves for thirty years. They were thin, pale things, stretched tight over...
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