The Distant Affair

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The ink in my pen is thick and cold, freezing against the nib as I write this entry on the fourteenth of December, 1893, in a room where the fire has long since died and the only light comes from the grey winter sky pressing against the windowpane. I am thirty-two years old, a clerk of modest means and no particular standing, and yet my entire existence has been defined for the last three years...

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