The Distant Affair
The cart wheels groaned against the packed earth of the road, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that seemed to vibrate up through the wooden seat and into the bones of Elias Thorne, whose hands were white-knuckled on the reins, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the village of Oakhaven like a shroud. He was a man of few...
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