The Distant Affair

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The banquet was a failure of light. We sat in the hall. The walls were high. The air was stale. It smelled of wax and old wool. My hands were still. I held the glass. It was empty. I did not care. My brother stood at the head of the table. He looked well. He looked strong. He was the investigator. He was the law. He was the truth. I watched him. I watched the way he moved. He moved with...

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