The Distant Affair
The dream was not a dream but a residue of the waking world, a gray smear of candlelight and the smell of damp parchment that clung to Elias Thorne’s skin as he lay in the narrow cot of the Ministry archives, his body rigid with the specific, cold exhaustion of a man who has spent three years hunting a ghost that turns out to be a man in a suit. In the dream, his sister Clara stood in the...
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