The Distant Affair
The rain has been falling on the ridge of the Appalachian foothills for three days now, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurs the line between the earth and the sky, until the world feels less like a place with physical dimensions and more like a bruise that is slowly, painfully expanding under the skin of the continent, and you stand at the center of it, your uniform soaked through to the bone,...
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