The Distant Affair
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the manor’s courtyard into a slick, reflective mirror, and I stood there in the doorway, my boots sinking slightly into the mud, feeling the dampness seep through the thick wool of my trousers and climb the inside of my legs like a cold, wet spider, and I thought to myself how strange it was that...
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