The Faded Frontier

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the low, hanging clouds. Sheriff Elias Thorne sat at the kitchen table, his left hand resting flat on the oak surface, trembling with a rhythmic, involuntary spasm that he had long since stopped trying to hide. Across from him, Martha Thorne held his right hand, her...

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