The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved, a grey mist that clung to the shingles of the old manor like a second skin, erasing the boundary between the house and the sky. Professor Elias Thorne stood at the window, his reflection ghosting against the glass, a translucent overlay of tweed and exhaustion. He had just said goodbye to his wife, Martha, who had driven away into the drizzle, her...
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