The Distant Affair

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The door swings shut behind you. It is a heavy sound. Final. Like a coffin lid. You stand in the hallway of the old estate, the air thick with dust and the smell of wet stone. It is raining outside. Hard. Cold. The kind of rain that washes the world clean of anything soft or human. You look at the floor. Oak boards. Wide. Plank by plank, they stretch into the dark. They are old. Older than the...

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