The Distant Affair
The carriage wheels ground against the ancient, rain-slicked cobblestones of the Royal Palace courtyard with a rhythmic, grinding shriek that seemed to tear the very fabric of the twilight air, pulling Sir Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained not with the dust of common labor but with the iridescent, impossible oils of the deep abyss, into a world that did not belong to the waking hour,...
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