The Distant Affair
The carriage wheels ground against the gravel of the estate, a sound like the cracking of old bones, as you prepare to step down into the autumn mist that clings to the manor house like a shroud. You are leaving, not for the country, but for the void that opens behind the eyes of the powerful, a departure that feels less like a journey and more like an exhalation of breath you have been holding...
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