The Distant Affair

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The clay jar in my lap was cold, colder than the November air that pressed against the windowpane of the barn loft. I held it with both hands, feeling the familiar tremor of the thing inside, a shadow that had no weight but possessed a terrible, sucking gravity. It was a mirror of my own isolation, a dark shape that mimicked the human form only to deny it, and I had carried it from the Miller’s...

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