The Distant Journey

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The handcuffs bit into Marcus Thorne’s wrists, cold and unyielding, as he hauled the suspect toward the interrogation room. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed a low, sickening note that seemed to vibrate in the hollows of his bones. Marcus was a man carved from silence and routine, his face a landscape of deep lines that mapped every year of service in the precinct. He was forty-five, a...

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