The Distant Affair
The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the air still held the cold dampness of the November storm. Julian stood by the window of the small office, watching the gray street below. He was a man who had built his life on the architecture of words, yet today his tongue felt like lead in his mouth. The building was old, a relic of the nineteenth century, but it housed the modern machinery of power....
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