The Distant Affair

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The air in the hospice room tasted of antiseptic and old paper, a sterile scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow, grinding erosion of his own body. He sat in the vinyl chair beside his mother’s bed, his fingers resting on the armrest, watching the tips of his hands turn a translucent, brittle gray, like parchment left too long in the sun. Clara, his mother, lay still in the...

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