The Distant Affair

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The rain in London did not fall; it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that smelled of iron and rot. Elias Thorne stood in the alley behind the Whitechapel pawnshop, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the wool heavy and cold against his ribs. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant in the Metropolitan Police, and he had been chasing a ghost for three years. The ghost wore his wife’s...

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