The Distant Nightmare
The rain had turned the world into a gray smear, blurring the horizon where the pine forest met the asphalt of Route 9. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the county line, his hand resting on the cold iron of his service revolver, not out of readiness, but out of a deep, bone-aching fatigue. He was leaving. For twenty years, he had worn the badge of Millhaven, a small, rusted-over town in the...
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