The Distant Affair

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The banquet hall smelled of damp wool and stale wine. It was a large room. High ceilings. Cracked plaster. The light came from three bare bulbs. They flickered. The air was thick. It tasted of dust. Arthur stood in the corner. He held a glass. It was empty. He drank nothing. He only watched. His brother sat at the head of the table. Silas. He looked well. His suit was new. The wool was dark. It...

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