The Distant Affair
The dream begins with the weight of the coat. It is not a garment you recognize, yet your fingers know its texture, the heavy, pilling wool that smells faintly of damp earth and iron. You are standing in a corridor that stretches longer than any building should, the walls lined with mirrors that do not reflect your face but instead show a room you have never entered, a room where a woman is...
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