The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall. It hovered. Elias stood in the center of the white room. The floor was made of packed ash. It crunched under his boots. A sound like breaking teeth. He wore a coat. It was grey. It was thin. The wool had worn away at the elbows. The sleeves were bare. His skin showed beneath. It was pale. It was cold. He looked at his hands. They shook. A door opened. There was no hinge....
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