The Distant Affair

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The fog rolled in off the moor, thick as wool and cold as a grave. It swallowed the village of Ashwick whole, erasing the church steeple and the blacksmith’s forge until only the mud and the smell of wet ash remained. Thomas sat on the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling over the drop into the gray void. He did not look down. He looked at his hands. They were stained with the dark red of the...

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