The Distant Affair
Edinburgh did not so much welcome you as concede you — a reluctant permission to pass through streets that remembered every footfall before yours. Sebastian Thorne knew this the way one knows the weight of a ring on one's finger: not by thinking about it, always, but by feeling its absence when it was gone. He had been away for eleven months, three days, and something that felt like a fraction...
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