The Distant Affair
The paper was thin, yellowed at the edges, and smelled faintly of the damp cellar where it had been stored for three weeks. Elias Thorne held it under the single bare bulb of the precinct office, the light catching the ink that declared his sister, Martha, had been taken into custody for the theft of a loaf of bread and two pears from a grocer’s stall on Whitechapel Road. The fine was four...
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