The Distant Journey
The banquet hall in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center smelled of stale beer and industrial floor wax, a scent that had seeped into the pores of every person present, binding them together in a shared, suffocating humidity that felt less like a gathering of neighbors and more like the pressurized hold of a sinking ship. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the heavy steel doors, his...
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