The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet slate and decaying leaves, clinging to the high windows of the Ashworth Institute for Juvenile Rehabilitation. Inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of floor wax and old paper. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly over his lap, watching the condensation trace its slow,...

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