The Distant Affair

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The rain against the leaded glass of the infirmary was not a sound but a physical weight, a constant, rhythmic hammering that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of my bones, each drop striking the pane with the insistence of a truth I had spent three centuries trying to suppress, to bury beneath the sterile white sheets and the sharp, antiseptic smell of boiled linseed oil that hung so...

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