The Distant Affair

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The room smelled of stale coffee and ozone. It was a small room, white-walled, lit by the hum of fluorescent tubes that flickered whenever the ventilation system kicked in. Elias sat at the metal table. His hands were wrapped in gauze. The bandages were soaked through, dark red at the fingertips, dripping onto the steel surface with a slow, rhythmic tick. He did not flinch. He watched the...

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