The Distant Affair
The taste of copper filled Daniel’s mouth, sharp and metallic, as he pressed his shoulder against the heavy oak door of the family kitchen. It was three in the morning, or perhaps four. Time had lost its linear progression hours ago, dissolving into a thick, gray sludge that clung to the walls. Outside, the rain hammered against the windowpanes of the Victorian house, a rhythmic, violent...
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