The Distant Affair

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My left hand was the only thing that mattered. It sat open in my lap, pale as a bone, the knuckles swollen with the effort of holding nothing. I was twelve. The rain was cold. It tasted of iron and old leaves. I walked the road. The road was gray. The sky was gray. My heart beat like a drum. I loved him. I loved him with a hunger that ate my ribs. His name was Elias. He was a man of the soil....

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