The Distant Summer
The fog did not roll into the city of Harrowgate so much as it accumulated, a thick, gray sediment that settled into the joints of the stone buildings and the lungs of the men who patrolled them. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window of his third-floor apartment, watching the streetlights below flicker and die, one by one, swallowed by the mist. He was forty-two years old, and he had served...
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