The Distant Journey
The fog had settled into the valleys of the valley town like a wet wool blanket, smothering the chimneys and the cypress trees until the world felt less like a place and more like a memory of a place. In the small, cluttered office that served as the de facto headquarters of the local constabulary, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat with his elbows on the desk, his hands clasped so tightly that the...
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