The Distant Affair
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his cramped office, watching the streetlights bleed their orange glow into the wet pavement. He was a private investigator, though the title felt like a coat that had been worn too long, fraying at the cuffs. The case on his...
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