The Distant Crown
The rain in Millhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime heavier, turning the gray asphalt into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the flickering streetlights in broken, trembling shards. Elias Thorne stood at the curb of his patrol car, watching the water drip from his brim. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders and heavy in the hands, built for a life of labor that had...
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