The Distant Affair

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The coat was too large. It hung on me like a shroud, the wool heavy with the damp of the cellar. I buttoned it to the throat. The brass buttons were cold. I looked at my hands. They were trembling. Not from the cold. From the knowing. You are not here, I whispered to the empty room. The room was a box. Stone walls. A single window high up, barred. The air smelled of mildew and old paper. This...

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