The Distant Affair
Carl Cavett, twelve years old and already too tall for his clothes, woke to the sound of a bone snapping like a dry branch underfoot. The beam from the ceiling had fallen through the floorboards of the rented room above the mill office, crushing his father’s jaw in the dark. Carl sat up, the sleet hammering the single windowpane, and saw the landlord, Mr. Vane, standing over the body with a...
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