The Distant Affair
The pencil snapped against the linoleum floor, a sharp crack that echoed in the sterile, dust-moted air of the municipal archive, where the smell of old paper and damp wool hung thick and cloying. Maren stared at the broken graphite tip, her fingers still trembling from the effort of holding the document flat, while across the desk, Clerk Halloway did not look up from his stamping. He was a...
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