The Distant Affair
Thorne. The name was not spoken aloud, but it rang in the rain-slicked courtyard of Blackwood Manor with the clarity of a struck bell, a summons that bypassed his ears and landed directly in the marrow of his bones. Sergeant Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and carrying the weight of twenty years of service in his stiffening joints, stood before the decaying Victorian estate, his hand resting...
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