The Distant Affair

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2026-08-20 09:07:52 -

The moth was still on the table. It had been there since the morning, a white speck of ash against the mahogany, its wings folded tight as if in prayer. I did not move it. I did not look away. I sat in the high-backed chair of the magistrate’s office, the leather creaking under the weight of my silence, and I watched the insect’s stillness while the dust motes danced in the single beam of...

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