The Distant Affair

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The rain had stopped. The sky was a bruised purple, swollen and heavy. It felt wrong. It felt like a held breath that would not break. I stood at the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged the pane. I wiped it away. The view outside was blurred. The trees were bare. They looked like bones. "You are leaving," she said. Her voice was low. It was not a question. It was a fact. A stone...

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