The Distant Affair
The storm did not announce itself with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the windows of the glasshouse. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the structure, his hands stained with the dark, rich mud of the soil, watching the water begin to bead and slide down the panes in erratic, nervous patterns. He was a man who had built his life, and his...
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