The Distant Affair

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The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its spine cracked and weeping a faint scent of mildew. Elias Thorne’s hands, mapped with the blue veins of a man whose blood had grown thin and cold, hovered over the pages, trembling not with age but with a specific, terrible anticipation. He was forty-five, a senior clerk at the Meridian Insurance Office, and he had come for the 1888 fire claims to...

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