The Distant Promise
The air in the ballroom of the Ashworth Estate was thick with the scent of crushed lilies and stale champagne, a cloying sweetness that seemed to cling to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood near the shadowed periphery, his hands clasped behind his back in a gesture of rigid, practiced stillness. He was a man who had spent two decades in the service of the law, a discipline...
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