The Distant Affair

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Elias Thorne’s fingers were stained green to the knuckles, the pigment of crushed ferns seeping into the whorls of his skin as he pressed the final leaf into the drying press. It was the fourth hour past midnight, the only light in the archive room coming from the single gas jet above his desk, which hissed with a faint, angry sputter. He worked in the shadow of the Blackwood estate’s history,...

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