The Distant Affair

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2026-08-20 15:09:53 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, suspended in a thick, violet mist that smelled of ozone and crushed violets, and it was within this suspended breath of the world that I found the door again, standing alone in the middle of a field of glass grass that chimed with a sound like breaking teeth. I had been looking for it for three days, or perhaps three centuries, for time here moved...

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