The Distant Affair
Thorne, stop standing there like a man waiting for a verdict and pick up your glass. You are Elias Thorne, and the crystal in your hand is heavy, colder than the air in the banquet hall, which is suffocatingly warm under the weight of two hundred people celebrating the twenty-year anniversary of the Meridian Bridge, the structure you have maintained with the devotion of a monk tending a shrine,...
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