The Distant Affair

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The glass was already gone when Elias arrived. He stood on the porch, his coat dripping rain onto the welcome mat. The air smelled of wet pine and old paper. Inside, the living room was a tomb of silence, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock that had belonged to his father. He did not knock. He did not call out. He simply walked in, his boots leaving dark, wet prints on the hardwood...

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