The Distant Affair
We kept the secret in the attic, a place of dust and silence where the air hung heavy with the scent of old paper and dried lavender, a sanctuary that my father had built not for storage, but for the preservation of things that the world below could no longer tolerate, and it was there, surrounded by the ghosts of his past, that I first understood the weight of the mark he carried, a symbol not...
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