The Distant Affair

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The rain had not stopped for nine days. It turned the moors into a grey soup, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. I rode through the mist with my coat soaked to the bone. The horse was tired. I was tired. The case was cold. I was a man who looked for what did not belong. In the old courts, we called it the search for the anomaly. A stain on the silk. A name missing from the ledger....

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