The Distant Affair
The rain in the Cascades does not fall; it seeps. It finds the cracks in the asphalt, the gaps in the zipper, the soft tissue of your ear. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you are driving a black SUV along the ridge line where the state ends and the wildness begins. Your daughter, Clara, is twenty. She left three years ago, taking the silence of her room with her, leaving you with a house...
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