The Distant Affair
The night shift at the municipal archives began at midnight, a time when the town of Oakhaven seemed to hold its breath. Elias Thorne, forty-two, pushed his cart through the corridors, the wheels squeaking in a rhythm that matched the low hum vibrating in his molars. He was there to keep the lights on, to scrub the dust from the shelves, and to pay the mounting bills for his wife Clara, whose...
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