The Distant Affair
The water in the basin is cold. You know this. You know it because you have held the edge of the ceramic for so long that your fingers have gone white and numb. You are in the back room of the apothecary. The door is locked. Your brother, Silas, is in the front. He is counting the pills. He is counting the money. He is counting the days until you leave. You look at your hands. They are not...
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