The Distant Affair

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The air in the Hall of Mirrors did not smell of flowers or incense, but of old copper and damp wool, a scent that clung to Elias Thorne’s lungs as he stood before the throne. At forty, Elias was not a man of high birth, but of high precision, a master tailor whose needle had once stitched the lining of a senator’s coat and the hem of a queen’s gown, yet the commission before him was of a...

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