The Distant Affair
The plate shatters. It is a simple act. You feel the shock in your teeth. The ceramic shrapnel flies like cold rain against the windowpane. You do not flinch. You stand in the center of the faculty dining hall, surrounded by the silence of twenty senior professors. The air smells of roasted duck and broken things. "Careful, Eleanor," says Dr. Vance. His voice is soft. It is the softness of a...
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