The Distant Affair

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2026-08-20 05:37:34 -

The fever burned in my chest. It was a white heat. I held the jar. It was heavy. Glass. Cold. I sat by the window. The rain hammered the glass. It was a cold rain. It was November. The house was silent. Only the clock ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. My son lay in the next room. He was seven. His name was Thomas. His skin was wax. His lips were blue. He did not cry. He was too weak to cry. I could...

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