The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall; it stood. It hung in the air of the Great Hall like a curtain of grey glass, thick and cold. I stood before the mirror. My hands trembled. They shook so hard the silver tray in my grip rattled against the rim. The sound was a small, sharp crack in the silence. A fracture. The mirror showed me a face I barely recognized. Pale. Hollowed. My eyes were dark pits, deeper than...

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