The Distant Affair

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The frost had not melted. It clung to the windowpanes of the library like a white, silent scream. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the long oak table. His hands were still. They rested on the open folio. The pages were yellowed. The ink was faded. He had been here for three days. No one had spoken to him. The silence was a physical...

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