The Distant Affair

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The ink was dry. It was always dry. Miles sat in the kitchen. The light was gray. It came through the window. It touched the table. It did not warm. He held the pen. His hand shook. The pen was black. It was worn. The cap was missing. The barrel was scratched. He had held it for ten years. He had held it since the day he signed. The door opened. Clara stood there. She was tall. She wore a blue...

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