The Distant Affair
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Orphanage for Wayward Minds smelled of boiled turnips and stale sweat. It was a feast, they called it. The annual gathering of the Board of Directors, the charity ladies, and the few students who had not yet been broken into silence. Elias Thorne sat at the long oak table, his fingers white-knuckled around a porcelain plate. He was a man of letters, a scholar...
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