The Distant Affair
The ink was still wet on the ledger when Elias Thorne heard the hum. It was a low, thrumming vibration, felt more in the teeth than heard by the ears, rising from the sealed crate in the corner of the sub-basement. He wiped his hands on his trousers, the denim stiff with chalk dust, and stared at the crate. The Ministry of Antiquities did not deal in music. It dealt in dust, in dates, in the...
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