The Distant Summer

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The rain in Harrow’s End did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray weeping from the sky that turned the cobblestones slick and black. Elias Thorne stood on the porch of the police station, watching the water run off his boots, feeling the dampness creep up through his socks and into the marrow of his bones. He was a man composed of right angles and rigid lines, his uniform pressed...

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