The Distant Affair

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The concrete of the sub-basement was not merely cold; it was a living, breathing entity of damp and decay, a fungal network of mildew that seeped through my boots and into the very marrow of my bones, a sensation that had become so intrinsic to my existence over the past seven years that I could no longer distinguish the temperature of the building from the temperature of my own grief, for we...

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