The Wistful Mountain

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The rain hammered against the windshield of Elias Thorne’s Ford, blurring the grey horizon into a smear of mud and steel. He sat in the driver’s seat, the engine idling with a low, persistent thrum that vibrated through the floorboards, watching the evidence locker door at the end of the precinct hallway. A fresh, unauthorized seal had been slapped over the lock, its red wax gleaming wetly...

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