The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall; it was driven, a horizontal scourge of iron-grey mist that turned the cobblestones of the dockyard into slick, treacherous mirrors. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold brick of the loading bay, his breath coming in ragged, wet bursts that vanished almost instantly into the damp air. His uniform, the dark wool of the Metropolitan Constabulary, was...

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