The Distant Journey

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The rain hit the pavement in sheets. Gray. Cold. It slicked the asphalt of the narrow alley behind the old textile mill. Elias stood with his back against the brick wall. His hand was tight on the grip of his service pistol. The other hand pressed against his chest. The pain was a hot coal there. He was a man of duty. He had worn the badge for twenty years. He knew the weight of the metal. He...

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