The Distant Affair

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The mill stood on the river like a stone jaw, grinding the black grain of the valley into dust. Thomas Whitmore worked the ledger, his fingers stained with ink that never quite washed out, leaving a permanent twilight in the creases of his skin. He was a clerk, a man of small measurements and quiet duties, but his eyes were always fixed on the architecture of the place, tracing the lines of the...

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