The Distant Affair
The rain in Bristol has a specific weight to it, a grey, persistent heaviness that settles into the joints before it even touches the pavement, and you have always known that this particular dampness is not merely meteorological but a kind of atmospheric sickness, a low-grade fever of the city itself that you are currently absorbing into your marrow. You sit in the back of your office, a...
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