The Distant Journey
The fluorescent light in the county jail buzzed with a frequency that seemed to drill directly into Elias Thorne’s temples, a low, persistent hum that matched the tension in his jaw as he stood behind the glass partition, looking at Marcus. Thirty years in law enforcement had taught Elias Thorne to read the micro-expressions of men who thought they were invisible, but the stillness of his...
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