The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that washed the rust off the old iron fences and turned the dirt roads of the Appalachian foothills into thick, sucking mud that trapped the boots of the men who walked them, and Sergeant Elias Thorne, who had served twenty years in the county sheriff’s office, felt the weight of the deluge not just on his shoulders but inside...
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