The Distant Affair

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The ink is wet. My hands shake, but I hold the pen steady. I am twelve years old, and I am writing this from the attic of the Ashworth estate, a place that breathes with a slow, tidal rhythm. Below me, my sister Clara coughs, a wet, rattling sound that echoes off the warped floorboards. I want to cure her. I want to tear the sickness from her lungs and replace it with air. But the house does...

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