The Distant Affair
The frost had not yet melted from the iron lattice of the conservatory when Clara Vane found her brother, and the sight of him, suspended in a lattice of violet tendrils, arrested the breath in her throat with a violence that felt less like grief and more like the physical shock of a struck nerve. Thomas, twenty-four and vibrant only a day prior, was no longer a body but a specimen, his skin...
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