The Distant Summer

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the bones of the living. Elias Thorne walked the beat with the slow, deliberate rhythm of a man who had learned that urgency was a luxury he could no longer afford. He was a constable, or had been, until the sickness took the steadiness from his hands and the fire...

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