The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the mud of the trench with a rhythmic, metallic violence that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne, a structural engineer of thirty-two years, stood knee-deep in the slurry, his breath coming in sharp, white bursts that vanished instantly into the grey mist. He clutched a rolled blueprint against his chest, the paper soaked...
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