The Distant Journey
The ink on the letter is still wet when you hold it, a dark stain against the cheap, grey paper of the municipal office. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and you have spent the last six weeks standing in the rain outside the precinct, waiting for a phone call that never comes. The city of Oakhaven is a place of iron and soot, a sprawling industrial beast that breathes steam and exhales coal dust,...
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