The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a single, damp smear of slate and rust, and as I stood on the platform at Whitmore Station, watching the last of the evening departures pull away into the mist, I felt the weight of the ceramic bowl in my hands, a vessel no larger than a child’s skull, which had been passed down...

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