The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the city from the bruised, swollen belly of the sky, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into mirrors of misery. Elias Thorne stood in the archway of the old Municipal Hall, his shoulder pressing against the damp stone, watching the water sheet down the face of the building. He was a man of forty winters,...
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