The Distant Affair
I knew the mark before I saw it. It was a small blue smudge on the left cuff of my coat. Just a dot. I looked down. I touched it. It did not come off. The house was quiet. Too quiet. My brother, Julian, was in the garden. I could hear the scrape of his spade against the earth. The sound was rhythmic. It sounded like a heartbeat. I did not go out to him. I stayed by the window. I watched the fog...
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