The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of Oakhaven into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the dying light of the afternoon. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone in the back of his unmarked sedan, the engine idling with a low, steady hum that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He was staring at his hands, resting on the center console, watching...
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