The Distant Affair

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The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. Silas stood by the window. The glass was cold. He held a cup of tea. The steam curled. It died quickly. Outside, the street was empty. No cars. No dogs. Just the grey. His wife, Martha, was not in the house. She had left. Or perhaps she was never there. Silas did not know anymore. He looked at his reflection. The face was pale. The eyes were...

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