The Distant Affair

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The rain fell on the roof of the inn at Oakhaven like a thousand small, cold fingers tapping against the glass, demanding entry, while inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool, stale pipe tobacco, and the sweet, rotting scent of the autumn apples that had been left too long in the orchard behind the stables. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the rough-hewn wood of...

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