The Distant Affair
The floodwater took the house in the dark, and you woke to the sound of the walls groaning like a dying animal. It was not a dream, though your mind, battered by three years of debt and the hollow ache of hunger, tried to convince you it was. The water was black and cold, swirling around the baseboards of the bedroom, rising with a terrifying, patient hunger. You lay still for a moment, staring...
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