The Distant Affair
The grinding started before Elias Thorne woke. It was a low, tectonic shudder, like a millstone turning in the basement of the earth. He lay in the dark, the rain tapping a rhythmic code against the window of his small apartment in Oakhaven, and felt the vibration in his teeth. It was not a sound to be heard so much as a weight to be carried. Elias was forty-two, a municipal clerk with a...
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