The Distant Affair

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The iron hammer lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird, its head stained with the dark, wet residue of the river mud. He sat on the floorboards of the mill’s basement, the air thick with the smell of damp oak and something sharper, metallic, that clung to the back of his throat. His left hand was gone, severed cleanly at the wrist where the old millstone had slipped three...

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