The Distant Affair

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The mist clung to the moors like a burial shroud that had been soaked in brine and left to rot, and it was into this grey, suffocating embrace that Elias Thorne walked, his boots sinking into the peat with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to echo not in the air but in the hollow chambers of his own chest. He was a man of few words and many scars, the latter invisible, etched into the...

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