The Distant Affair
The frost has not yet taken the river, but the air above it is thick with a gray, clinging dampness that settles into the joints and refuses to leave, a physical weight that mirrors the tremor now permanent in your right hand, a palsy the medical board has flagged as a disqualification for your pension, a slow, bureaucratic execution of the life you have built over fifteen years of service. You...
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