The Distant Affair
The dream was always the same, a recurring vision that intruded upon Elias Thorne’s sleep with the persistence of a bad toothache, a single white lily blooming in the center of a lake so frozen it seemed to hold the breath of the winter itself. He would wake in his narrow dormitory room above the Ministry of Antiquities, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old paper, and for a few...
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