The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall so much as it was administered, a fine, grey mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the crevices of the limestone, carrying with it the metallic taste of ozone and the damp, rotting scent of centuries. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the moor, his boots sinking into the peat, the earth holding him with a grip that felt less like soil and more like flesh. He was...

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