The Distant Affair

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The wool was counted by the sack, the coin by the groat, the hour by the dripping of the water clock in the hall. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished wood, feeling the cold seep through his sleeves despite the roaring fire that ate the dried bracken in the grate. He was forty years old, a man of wool and trade, and he had prepared this feast...

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