The Distant Affair
The fog rolled in from the harbor like a slow, white tide, erasing the iron girders of the docks and swallowing the world whole. Elias Thorne walked through it, his boots sinking into the sludge of the jetty, the weight of his service coat heavy against his back. He was a man of the Institution, a keeper of order in a city that had long since lost its mind to the industrial hum. The year was...
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