The Distant Affair

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The dream was always the same: the tick of a mechanism that had no power, the cold brass of the casing, the father’s hand frozen in the act of opening it. Dr. Elias Thorne woke at four in the morning, the November rain striking the windowpane of his Edinburgh flat like a handful of gravel, and lay still until the phantom sound faded into the silence of the room. He was forty years old, a man...

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