The Distant Affair
The rain falls on the city. It falls on the brick. It falls on the glass. It falls on you. You are standing in the alley behind the old textile mill. The water is cold. It soaks through your coat. It soaks through your skin. You are wet. You are cold. You are alone. You look at the door. It is heavy. It is black. It is closed. You have been waiting for three hours. You have been waiting for...
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