The Distant Affair

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The fog rolled in thick off the moors, swallowing the estate until the iron gates were nothing but a suggestion of metal against the gray. I watched the carriage leave. It did not look back. I stood on the porch, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the cold seep through my wool coat. The house stood silent behind me, a beast of stone and slate, breathing slowly in the wind. I am not a man...

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