The Distant Affair
The fork was vibrating against the china, a thin, metallic whine that cut through the noise of the banquet hall. Elias Thorne watched the utensil tremble, the sound syncing with the low hum rising from the floorboards, until he set it down and picked up his glass of stout. The Ironworks’ annual dinner was a affair of grease and steam, the air thick with the scent of roasted pork and the...
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