The Distant Affair
The dream was not a dream but a waking, a sustained, humming vibration that pulled Elara from the gray slumber of the bus seat and into the wet, howling reality of the Pacific Northwest. The rain did not fall; it was driven sideways, a dense curtain of needles that turned the world outside the window into a smear of charcoal and rust. She pressed her forehead against the cold glass, her breath...
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