The Distant Affair
The train cut through the moor like a blade through silk, its rhythmic shudder a metronome for a mind that had long since lost the beat of its own heart. Dr. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the compartment, his knees pressed against the glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a gray smear of heather and rain. He was a man of precise habits, a botanist whose life was governed by the rigid...
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