The Distant Affair

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The wool had begun to smell of wet earth and old pennies before the mold appeared, a sourness that clung to Thomas’s fingers and refused to wash away with lye or vinegar. It was the third day of November, and the solstice was a fortnight away, a deadline that hung over the cellar like a guillotine blade. Thomas counted the skeins, his breath misting in the damp air, trying to reconcile the...

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