The Distant Affair
The porcelain cracked on the stone floor of the basement, a sound like a bone snapping in the deep winter. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He merely watched the shards scatter across the dust, each fragment catching the weak gaslight like a sliver of ice. It was the face of Clara, his wife, broken beyond the reach of his hands, and the silence that followed was heavier than the noise of the...
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