The Distant Affair

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurs the boundary between the world and the skin. You are running, or perhaps you are simply falling forward through the mud of the moor, your lungs burning with a cold, sharp fire that tastes of iron and old stones. The path is not a path but a suggestion of one, carved by the hooves of sheep and the boots of...

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