The Distant Affair

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The feast was a riot of candlelight and grease. Thomas sat at the edge of the long table. He was a maker of locks. Small, intricate things. Brass and iron. He held a key in his hand. It was a master key. It fit every door in the house. He did not use it. He just held it. The metal was warm. It pulsed like a vein. The guests ate. They laughed. Their voices were heavy. They smelled of wine and...

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