The Distant Affair
The house held its breath. It was a heavy silence, thick with dust and the smell of wet stone. Elias sat in the corner of the library. His hands were still. He looked at his own fingers. They were pale. Thin. Like roots of a dead tree. He was not a prisoner of walls. There were no bars. The door was unlocked. The windows were open to the night air. Yet he could not move. The air felt solid. It...
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