The Distant Affair

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The basement smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron, a scent that clung to the back of Elara’s throat as she descended the spiral stairs, her flashlight cutting a pale cone through the dust motes that hung suspended in the still air. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist with ink-stained fingers and a reputation for silence, and she had not meant to find the ledger; it...

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