The Distant Affair

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, grey blanket that smelled of damp wool and old paper, pressing against the single-pane windows of the archive where Elias Thorne spent his days. He was forty-two, a man whose joints had begun to ache with the dampness, and he woke that morning with the taste of chalk dust in his mouth and the distinct, burning sensation that...

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