The Distant Affair
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the windows of Vane House into blurred mirrors, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the study, his breath fogging in the sudden chill that had nothing to do with the weather. He was a man who preferred the silence of paper to the noise of living, a forty-two-year-old archivist whose life had narrowed to the...
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