The Distant Affair
The dream was always the same, a loop of grey iron and steam that clung to Elias Thorne’s eyelids like wet wool. In the dream, he stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Sovereign Bank, a cathedral of finance built in the late Victorian era, its walls lined with mahogany and its ceiling lost in a haze of coal-smoke and chandelier light. The air tasted of copper and ozone. Around him, the...
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