The Distant Affair
The silence in the old house on the hill was not empty but full, heavy with the weight of things unsaid and the slow, creeping decay of a life that had been sustained too long by pride and the simple, stubborn refusal to admit defeat. Elias stood in the center of the dining room, his hands resting on the table, fingers splayed wide, feeling the cold grain of the wood beneath his palms. He was a...
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