The Distant Affair

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The fog rolled off the harbor like a shroud. Margaret stood on the pier. Her boots sank into the wet wood. She held a lantern. It shook. The light was weak. The water was black. It breathed. It waited. She had come to say goodbye. Or to take something back. The distinction had blurred. The town of Oakhaven slept behind her. The mills had stopped. The smoke had cleared. The silence was heavy. It...

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