The Distant Affair

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He dreamed of his hands. They were not his hands. They were large. They were red. They were digging. The soil was loose and black and smelled of iron. He dug and dug. The ground gave way. A box appeared. It was made of bone. He opened it. Inside was a heart. It was still beating. He put it in his pocket. He woke up. The room was cold. The window was cracked. Rain tapped on the glass. A soft,...

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