The Distant Affair

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The argument had begun as a plea and curdled into a confrontation that smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco. Arthur Vane stood before the Prime Minister’s desk, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, exhausting effort of holding his spine straight against the weight of the room. The Minister, a man whose face was a landscape of deep, eroded gullies, did not look up from his...

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