The Distant Affair

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The frost was thick on the windows of the manor. It looked like lace. It looked like bone. I wiped a circle in the glass. Outside, the coal smoke hung low over the valley. It was gray and heavy. It did not rise. It sat. It waited. My father stood by the fireplace. He did not look at me. He looked at the grate. The iron bars were black. The embers were dead. He held a small jar in his hands. It...

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