The Distant Affair

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Mara woke with the taste of wet plaster on her tongue. The room was not her bedroom. It was a corridor of white, seamless and endless, stretching into a fog that swallowed the light. She stood. Her feet did not touch the ground. They hovered, suspended in a cold air that smelled of ozone and old paper. This was the Hall. She knew it by name, though no one had told her. It was the place where...

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