The Distant Affair
I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth and the memory of a sound that had not yet been made, a sharp, crystalline shatter that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones before my eyes even opened. The room was dim, the windowpane frosted with a rime that glowed faintly in the pre-dawn dark, and I lay there, suspended between the world of sleep and the waking, feeling the weight of a secret...
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