The Distant Affair
The steam rose from the Blackwood Mine like a breath held too long, curling into the grey November sky of 1893. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pit, his boots sinking into the wet, black mud, watching the white vapor obscure the jagged teeth of the mine’s entrance. He was thirty-two, a sergeant in the local constabulary, a man who had spent ten years keeping the peace in a town that had...
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