The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall; it hammered against the tin roof of the outpost, a relentless, metallic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat on the edge of the cot, the damp wool of my uniform clinging to my skin, and watched the single candle burn down to a sliver of wax. The air in the cabin was thick with the smell of wet earth, stale tobacco, and the cloying sweetness of...

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