The Distant Affair

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The train smelled of coal and wet wool. It smelled of the past. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the third-class car, his knees drawn up. A lily bulb lay in his palm. It was white. It was hard. It was a seed of silence. He watched the rain streak the glass. The landscape blurred into gray smudges. He was a clerk. He was a man of ledgers and ink. He was not a man of ghosts. Yet here he was....

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