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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of our little rented room into a blurred watercolor of slate and mud, and I sat there, clutching a cold cup of tea that had gone bitter in my mouth, watching the condensation bead and slide down the glass like tears that refused to be shed, while my wife, Elara, stood by the doorway,...
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