The Distant Affair
The rain in the Blackwood Valley did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet iron and rotting leaves. Inside the stone keep, the air was still and thick, pressing against the skin like a damp cloth. Elias Thorne sat by the hearth, his hands resting on his knees. They were large hands, scarred by years of service to the Crown, but they trembled now. Not from...
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