The Distant Affair

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The ink on the parchment had dried, but the stain remained, a dark bruise in the heart of the vellum. Silas Vane sat in the corner of the archive, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale afternoon light like suspended souls. He was the keeper of the records, a man whose fingers were permanently stained with the ghost of the dead. To the institution, he was a clerk of the mundane, a shadow...

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