The Distant Affair
Chapter One Mieczyslaw Pawlak remembered the weight of the revolver in his pocket, a privately bought service model that had cost him three months of millinery wages, as he stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the sanatorium. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent his life making hats for women who no longer existed, and now he held his wife Ewa’s fevered hand, her skin burning with a heat...
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