The Distant Affair

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The house breathed. It was a large, old thing, brick and stone, sitting on the hill like a sleeping dog. Everyone in the town knew the house. Everyone knew the master. Edward stood by the window. His hand was on the glass. Cold. He looked at his palm. The veins were blue. Dark. They pulsed. A steady beat. Thump. Thump. Like a clock. Like a heart. "You're staring again," said a voice. Edward...

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