The Distant Affair

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The fog rolled in from the river, thick as wet wool, erasing the boundary between the cobblestones and the air. Thomas Bradshaw walked it. He walked it because the order came down from the Ministry, a single line in a telegram that smelled of ink and ozone. Find the boundary. Secure the perimeter. Do not engage the anomalies. Thomas had served for twenty years. He knew the weight of a rifle. He...

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