The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall of the precinct station smelled of stale beer and floor wax, a pungent mixture that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat like a second skin. It was a celebration of sorts, a quarterly review that had devolved into a raucous gathering of brass and blue, where the laughter of the men was sharp and brittle, cracking against the high ceilings. Thorne sat at the...

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