The Distant Affair

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil drawn tight against the iron windows of the Blackwood Sanatorium. It was a damp, industrial chill that seeped through the stone, carrying the scent of wet coal and decayed roses. Elias Thorne sat in his office, a room that smelled of stale pipe tobacco and old paper, watching the water streak down the glass. He was not a man of flesh so much...

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