The Distant Affair

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You are standing at the edge of the glass, where the rain does not fall but hangs in the air, suspended in a fine, silver mist that tastes of iron and old copper. The city of Ashford is below you, a sprawling grid of soot and steam, its chimneys belching thick clouds into a sky that has forgotten the color of blue. It is 1893, or perhaps it is 1912, or perhaps time has simply broken here,...

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