The Distant Legend
The rain had turned the asphalt of the parking lot into a black mirror, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the station’s overhead lights. Deputy Elias Thorne stood with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his uniform, his fingers twitching against the denim, a rhythmic spasm he had learned to hide by keeping his posture rigid and his jaw set. Across from him, Marcus leaned against the...
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