The Distant Affair
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old university courtyard into a slick, reflective mirror of the weeping willows that framed the quadrangle, and in this damp, lingering silence, Professor Elias Thorne found himself packing his life into a single, battered leather trunk, the motion of his hands mechanical and detached, as if...
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