The Distant Affair
The rain hits the stone. It does not stop. You hold the gate. The iron is cold. Your fingers are white. You do not let go. Look at the wall. It is old. The mortar is cracked. The stones are gray. They have watched many wars. They do not blink. You are here. You are the lock. You are the key. You are the silence. Who is coming? The wind howls. It sounds like a voice. It sounds like a lie. You...
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