The Distant Affair

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The rain hit the glass. It sounded like static. I watched it streak down the window. The view was a blur of grey. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool. It smelled of fear. I was sitting in the back of the car. My hands were in my lap. They were still. They were always still. The driver, a young man named Miller, did not speak. He looked at the road. His eyes were wide. They were empty. He was a...

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