The Distant Legend
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that turned the city’s stone into something slick and treacherous. Elias Thorne, forty-two and heavy with the kind of fatigue that sleep could no longer fix, stood at the entrance of the old General Hospital, his briefcase clutched against his chest like a shield. He had come for the ledger. For three months, since the...
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