The Distant Affair
The rain fell on the cobblestones of Millhaven with a persistent, cold rhythm. It was the kind of weather that seeped into the bones and stayed there. Thomas Ashworth stood at the window of his study, watching the street. He held a silver pocket watch in his hand. The glass face was cracked. The hands were stopped at four o'clock. He did not look at it. He looked at the fog. Thomas was a man of...
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