The Distant Affair
The rain in Edinburgh did not fall so much as hang suspended, a silver mist that caught at wool and linen and turned the city into something between memory and watercolour. Thomas Vane stood beneath the arcade of the National Gallery, his notebook clutched to his chest like a shield, and watched the cobblestones of the Mound gleam in the grey light. He had come to Edinburgh to forget. Or...
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