The Distant Legend
The rain on the windshield is a steady, gray sheet that blurs the edge of the world, and you are driving the state route toward Harlan, Kentucky, with the wet weight of your badge in your pocket and the dry, brittle hope of a promotion in your chest. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a state trooper with twelve years of service and a jaw that has forgotten how to smile, and you want...
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