The Distant Affair

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The vial was heavy in Elias’s palm, a small cylinder of glass that held a weight disproportionate to its size, glowing with a faint, pulsing amber light that seemed to breathe in time with Clara’s shallow breaths. He sat at the head of a long mahogany table in the library of Blackwood Manor, the air thick with the smell of roasted pheasant and the damp, fungal scent of the fog pressing against...

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