The Distant Affair
The glass had been cracking since the winter solstice. I knew it. I saw the spiderweb fracture spreading across the pane of the town hall’s east window, a jagged scar against the grey November sky. It was a beautiful thing, in its way. Delicate. Final. I held my hand up to it, feeling the chill seep through the thin air, and I thought, this is how it ends. Not with a bang, but with a slow,...
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