The Distant Affair

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The river runs black and silent under the bridge. You stand on the muddy bank, your boots sinking into the silt. The water is cold. It is November. The air bites at your exposed skin. You are Elias Thorne. You are thirty-four years old. You have served twelve years. You want to retire. You want the pension. You want to be safe. You found the body an hour ago. It floats face down. The face is...

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