The Distant Affair

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The rain stopped. It stopped abruptly. No fade. No tapering off. Just a cut. Like a switch thrown in a dark room. I looked up from the ledger. My hands were wet. The ink had smeared. A blue stain on my thumb. A blue smear on the page. Outside, the street glistened. Black tar. White puddles. The air smelled of wet stone and ozone. My father stood in the doorway. He did not say hello. He did not...

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