The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall; it descended. It was a cold, silver needle that stitched the sky to the earth, turning the cobblestones of the old district into mirrors of murky gray. Captain Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the courtyard, his back to the gate. He wore his uniform, the wool heavy and damp, the brass buttons tarnished by the mist. He was a man of stone, carved by duty and...
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