The Distant Affair

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The dream had the weight of wet wool, a grey and saturated thing that clung to the skin and refused to let go. In the dream, the house was breathing, its timber walls expanding and contracting with a slow, rhythmic heave, as if the structure itself were a lung trying to draw in air that did not exist. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the room, his hands pressed against the windowpane,...

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