The Distant Affair
The rain does not fall so much as it insists, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the archive where you have spent the last thirty years of your life, your hands stained with the dust of other people’s memories, your spine curved like a question mark that has forgotten how to end. You are Margaret, and you are old, and the clock on the wall ticks with a malice that feels personal,...
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