The Distant Affair

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The iron gate of the Foundry District did not merely open; it exhaled, a long, rattling sigh of rusted hinges that smelled of sulfur and wet coal. Silas Vane stood before it, his uniform a patchwork of mud and blood, the brass buttons tarnished to the color of old bruises. He was not a man of words, but of weight, his body a map of scars that spoke of the kind of violence that leaves no...

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