The Distant Promise

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The floorboard screamed. It was a high, thin shriek. Like a bird snapping its neck. Detective Silas Thorne did not flinch. He stood in the center of the room. His hand rested on the hilt of his sidearm. The wood of the floor was oak. Old oak. Dark. It bled sap into his boots. "Stop moving," he said. His voice was gravel. Dry. Cold. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of wet wool and...

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