The Distant Affair

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The rain against the leaded windows of Blackwood Manor did not sound like water, but like the whispering of a thousand small, dry bones. Elias Thorne stood before the fire, his hands resting on the back of a high-backed oak chair. The chair was old, its wood darkened by centuries of sweat and silence, the leather worn thin at the elbows until it looked like parchment. It was the only thing in...

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