The Distant Affair
The air in the basement library tastes of wet paper and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you press your forehead against the cold, damp wall, trying to steady the trembling of your hands which are currently submerged in the ink-black water that has begun to rise from the floorboards. You are Dr. Elias Thorne, a scholar of obscure linguistics, and you know that...
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