The Distant Affair

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The road was wet. I walked. Mud sucked at my boots. The village lay ahead. Stone walls. Grey sky. I carried a box. It was heavy. It hummed. A low sound. Like a bee. Like a heart. I stopped. Breathing. The air tasted of iron. Of old blood. I am not a ghost. I am flesh. I am bone. I am tired. I am Margaret. I have walked for three days. From the city. To the abbey. To the man. To the end. The...

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