The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Ministry, blurring the distinction between the wet cobblestones outside and the damp, cold stone within. Commander Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak door, his hand resting on the brass handle, feeling the chill seep through his glove. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the service, his...
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