The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the cobblestones and the fog. It was a vertical deluge, cold and relentless, soaking into the bones of the city until the architecture itself seemed to weep. Major Elias Thorne stood beneath the eave of the old customs house, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the street below. He was...
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