The Distant Affair
The fog in Oakhaven does not lift; it merely thickens, a grey wool that strangles the riverbank and turns the streetlamps into bruised eyes. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the last three weeks I have been trying to arrest a dead man. Silas Vane, my former partner, has been standing on the bridge at the edge of the woods since the first of November, translucent and cold, holding...
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