The Distant Affair
The rain had been falling on the grey slate roof of the containment facility for three days, a rhythmic, persistent drumming that vibrated through the soles of your boots and settled deep in the marrow of your bones, a constant reminder of the water that was rising outside the reinforced glass while you stood perfectly still in the center of the sterile, white-walled room, holding the ceramic...
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