The Distant Affair
You dream of salt. It is the first thing you know. The taste is metallic, ancient, and thick. It coats the back of your throat. You are standing on a cliff edge. The wind is a physical weight. It pushes against your chest. You hold a jar of glass in your hands. It is empty. It is heavy. You are a glazier. You work in the town of Oakhaven. The houses are stone. The streets are narrow. The air...
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