The Distant Affair
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Ashworth Street, a sound that resonated deep within Elias Thorne’s chest like the settling of heavy machinery. He sat in the back, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the iridescent sheen of mercury and the dull gray dust of the alchemical works. Outside, the city of London was a sprawling engine of iron and steam, a beast...
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