The Distant Affair
The velvet collar of the dark green coat, which had belonged to his wife, Margaret, lay draped over the back of the mahogany desk like a shed skin, its fabric heavy with the scent of beeswax and old rain, and Professor Elias Thorne sat before it in the suffocating silence of his study, the air thick with the dust of unopened books and the faint, metallic taste of his own unraveling sanity, for...
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