The Distant Affair
Elias Thorne pressed his thumb into the wet clay of the potter’s wheel, the resistance of the earth a familiar, cold bite against his skin. The gaslight in the restoration room hissed, a thin, reedy sound that seemed to vibrate in the hollow of his chest. He was shaping a shard of ceramic, a piece of the Ministry’s latest acquisition, but his mind was not on the curve of the clay. It was on the...
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