The Distant Affair

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The dream is always the same: a chalk line drawn in the dirt, thin and white, dissolving into a grey, wet fog that swallows the horizon. You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, the sheets twisted around your legs like vines. It is November, 1912. The air in the cabin is cold enough to see your breath, and the clock on the mantel reads four in the morning. You are thirty years old, and...

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