The Distant Affair
Act I Clifford Aldridge stood at the rusted gate of the former textile mill, his hands raw from the cold that had settled into the bone of his wrists, knowing that the only way to pay the hospital bills for his mother was to take the night watch at this place of ghosts and gears. The drizzle had been falling for three days, a fine, persistent mist that soaked through his wool coat and turned...
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