The Distant Affair

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Thorne, get your hands out of that wall. Elias Thorne pulled his fingers back, the black substance stretching in viscous threads from the brickwork to his skin. It smelled of ozone and old copper, a scent that sat heavy in the back of the throat. He wiped his hands on his trousers, the wool already stained dark, and looked up at the Magistrate who stood in the doorway of the Old Exchange....

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