The Distant Affair

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The wind died. Silence fell. Thick. Cold. It pressed against the glass. Marta stood. Alone. In the tower. The stone was damp. Old. It smelled of rot. And rain. She looked up. At the sky. It was not blue. It was grey. A bruise. Swelling. Above. The stars were gone. Hidden. By the mist. The mist that came from the marshes. Below. Black. Thick. Moving. Like smoke. Like breath. It touched the...

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