The Distant Affair
The rain has been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurs the edges of the city into a watercolor smear, and you stand at the window of your study, watching the water trace its slow, inevitable paths down the glass, feeling a strange, hollow lightness in your chest that you refuse to name. You are a scholar of medieval folklore, a man of books and dust, whose life is...
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