The Distant Summer

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The ink was drying on the parchment as the shadow detached itself from the wall. It did not fall; it stood. It was a smear of absolute black, a hole in the fabric of the light, and it moved with the fluid, deliberate grace of oil sliding across water. Elias Thorne did not scream. He had been a detective for forty years in the coastal town of Oakhaven, a place where the fog rolled in from the...

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