The Distant Affair
The wool is heavy. That is the first thing you notice, the weight of the thing against your chest, a dead weight that presses the air from your lungs. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a border warden in the iron-grey winter of 1893. You want to keep your post. You want to keep your dignity. But dignity is a thin thing, easily torn, and Lord Vane is here to tear it. He does not shout....
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