The Distant Affair
The rain fell on the gravel drive in thick, gray sheets, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne’s car idled at the curb. The engine ticked. The wipers swept back and forth, a rhythmic, futile cleansing. He watched the house. It stood on the hill, a dark mass against the twilight. The windows were unlit. He had come to retrieve the box. That was all. A simple transaction....
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