The Distant Wound
The pill case shattered on the linoleum with a sound like a small bone breaking, and the white capsules scattered across the kitchen floor of the house on Sycamore Street like a spill of teeth. Commander Elias Thorne did not move to pick them up. He stood by the sink, his hands dripping into the stainless steel basin, the water running cold and clear over knuckles that had turned the color of...
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