The Distant Affair

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2026-08-18 23:14:36 -

The rain did not fall. It pressed. Margaret stood by the window of the high tower. The glass was cold. It bit her palms. She wore the blue dress. It was stiff. It smelled of dust. And old blood. Below, the city moved. It was a sea of black umbrellas. They swayed like weeds. The smoke from the factories choked the sky. It was a brown, thick fog. It hid the stars. It hid the truth. She looked at...

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