The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 17:12:02 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a persistent, gray rhythm against the windows of the precinct, a sound that had begun to sink into the marrow of Detective Elias Thorne. He sat in the corner of the interrogation room, not behind the table, but in the small, folding chair reserved for witnesses who were too tired to stand. He was holding a hat. It was a simple thing, a beige...

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