The Distant Affair

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The coal scuttle was empty. This was the problem. The iron box sat in the corner of the kitchen, black and open, a mouth waiting for teeth that would not come. Margaret stared at it until the shapes blurred, until the darkness inside seemed to breathe against her own ribs. The house was cold. It was a cold that did not sit on the skin but sank into the marrow, into the old ache in her hip, into...

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