The Distant Affair
Act I Sanne Dekker’s boots sank into the wet mud of the old mill yard, the leather creaking with the damp weight of a winter that refused to end. He was thirty-two, a municipal constable in a town where the canals froze solid by November, and he wanted only to prove that the "ghost" haunting the grain silo was merely a thief with a grudge. The silver clasp lay half-buried in the sludge, a...
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