The Distant Crown
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suffocating curtain that pressed against the windows of the St. Jude’s Community Center, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and dying autumn leaves. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool, old coffee, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled over Millhaven like a fog that refused to lift. Sergeant Elias...
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