The Distant Affair

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I woke with the wool still in my teeth. It tasted of lanolin and old rain. The air in the small apartment was thick, stagnant. I spat into a glass. The fibers floated. I watched them sink. I am a man of books. I teach history at the university. I do not like war. I do not like violence. I like the quiet of the archive. I like the dust. I like the smell of decaying paper. But the war was coming....

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