The Distant Affair

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The fog rolled in. Thick. Gray. It smelled of rust and wet wool. Inside the mill, the air was still. Not quiet. Still. Like a held breath. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water. The river below. It moved. Slowly. Then faster. Always faster. It took the leaves. It took the silt. It took the light. He turned back to the room. The clock ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. A mechanical heartbeat....

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