The Distant Affair
The house stood on the ridge. It was a structure of stone and silence. Built in the age of iron. It watched the valley. It watched the rain. It did not blink. Captain Elias Thorne stood before it. He held a letter in his hand. The paper was soft. It was damp. He had walked for miles. His boots were heavy. The mud clung to his shins. He did not look down. He looked up. The windows were dark. The...
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