The Distant Affair
The fog did not merely sit upon the valley of Oakhaven; it inhabited it, a thick, gelatinous substance that swallowed the ancient oaks and the stone cottages alike, rendering the world a place of suspended breath where distance was a lie and time had lost its rigid architecture. Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose face bore the weathered map of twenty years’ service in the Royal Constabulary, walked...
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