The Distant Nightmare
The blood on the stone was still warm when I wiped it away with my sleeve, a dark smear that refused to lift, mirroring the stain on my own hands from the beating of Miller three hours prior. I am Elias Thorne, constable of Oakhaven, and I have just broken a man’s ribs for resisting an arrest that the town’s charter demanded, yet the seal of the ancient stone at the center of the square...
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