The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain stretched across the yard, thick as wool, smelling of wet stone and old iron. Inside the kitchen, the air was still. It smelled of boiled cabbage and something sweeter, something rotting. Margaret stood by the sink. Her hands were red. They were raw. She scrubbed a plate. Again. And again. The water was cold. She did not feel it. Her brother,...

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