The Distant Affair

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2026-08-20 02:55:42 -

The dream began with the smell of rust. It was not the sweet, metallic tang of blood, but the dry, powdery scent of iron oxide that clings to old tools. In the dream, Arthur’s hands were not his own. They were massive, swollen things, wrapped in bandages that had gone black with age. He held them up to the light, turning them slowly. The skin beneath the cloth was translucent, veined with dark...

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