The Distant Affair
Chapter One I remember the sound of the debt collector’s boots on the concrete before I saw his face, a rhythmic thud that matched the beating of my own heart in the church basement, where the air smelled of wet wool and old coffee. The mist was already there, coiling around my wrists like a cold snake, whispering my name in a voice that sounded exactly like my mother’s, though she was three...
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