The Distant Journey
The rain fell on the roof of the community center like a handful of gravel, a steady, gritty percussion that matched the thumping of the bass in the sub-basement. It was the annual Harvest Gala, a night meant for binding the town of Oakhaven together, yet the air smelled of damp wool and stale beer, a scent that seemed to seep into the pores of everyone present. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood near...
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