The Distant Affair

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2026-08-19 07:28:06 -

The clock on the mantelpiece ticks with a rhythm so heavy and deliberate it feels less like time passing and more like the slow, grinding erosion of the soul itself, each second a small, sharp stone dropped into the deep well of my sanity, and I watch the pendulum swing, left and right, a metronome for my own unraveling, while the rain hammers against the windowpane in a chaotic, staccato...

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