The Distant Affair
The coughing started in the grey hours before dawn, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to tear the air in the small bedroom where your father lay propped against a mountain of wool blankets. You, Elias, sat on the floor with your back against the cold stone wall, counting the seconds between each spasm, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The village of Oakhaven, ancient and...
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