The Distant Affair

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The tea was cold. Margaret stirred it. The spoon scraped the ceramic. A thin, brown ring formed on the wall of the cup. It did not break. It held its shape. A perfect, unyielding circle. She looked at the clock. 4:58 PM. The office was silent. The hum of the server room was a low, continuous moan, like a beast trapped in a basement. Margaret sat at her desk. Her hands were still. They had not...

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