The Distant Affair
Elias. The name hung in the air of the library, spoken by the housekeeper’s voice from the floor above, a thin thread of sound that pulled me away from the ledger I was balancing. I was forty-two, a senior archivist at Blackwood Hall, a position I had held for twenty years, a tenure that should have secured my pension but instead felt like a noose tightening around my neck because the board had...
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