The Distant Affair
The rain had ceased only an hour before the carriage arrived, leaving the cobblestones of Millhaven glistening with a cold, oily sheen that reflected the grey sky like a bruised eye. Thomas Vane stood at the threshold of the old customs house, a building of such dilapidated grandeur that it seemed to lean forward into the street, eager to whisper secrets to the passersby who hurried beneath its...
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