The Distant Affair
The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven with a heavy, rhythmic persistence, washing the grime from the narrow streets but doing nothing to cleanse the air of the suspicion that hung thick as smoke. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been weathered into a landscape of deep furrows by years of service in the city guard, walked with a gait that was slow but deliberate, his boots striking the...
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