The Distant Affair

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The fog was so thick I could not see the mast, only the grey wall of water where it should have been. We were three days out from Zanzibar when the compass began to spin. I stood on the deck of the Kilimanjaro, the brass instrument in my hand, its needle twitching like a dying insect. I had left Fatima on the pier, her face a mask of exhaustion that mirrored my own, and I had told her I was...

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