The Distant Affair

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The rain fell on the shingles. It was a steady, gray weep. Elias sat at the workbench. The wood smelled of pine and sap. He held a chisel. His hands were rough. They were mapped with scars. He did not look up. The shop was quiet. The clock on the wall ticked. It marked the passing of hours. Elias was a joiner. He built things. Tables. Chairs. Doors. He built them for the people of Oakhaven....

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