The Distant Affair
The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped up from the earth like a slow exhalation. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the frozen river, his breath hanging in the air as a white cloud that dissolved before it reached his lips. He was thirty-two years old, a border warden with six years of service, and his hands were steady as he checked the action of his rifle. The metal was cold, biting...
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