The Distant Affair

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The iron key was cold against my palm, a slab of rusted metal that hummed with a frequency I felt in my teeth. I sat at the long oak table in Thomas’s estate, the air thick with the scent of burning tallow and old blood, watching my younger brother pick at a plate of roast lamb that had turned to ash in his mouth. We were in the winter of 1893, and the creditors would arrive at dawn to seize...

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