The Distant Affair

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2026-08-19 12:46:08 -

The floodwaters had receded by Tuesday, leaving behind a skeleton of mud and splintered timber that groaned in the wind. I stood at the edge of the abandoned mill, the structure that had defined my father’s life and now defined my ruin, watching the water drip from the warped beams like a slow, persistent weeping. It was not a building anymore; it was a carcass. The mill, once a symbol of our...

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