The Distant Journey

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The left hand of Sergeant Elias Thorne, stiff with the cold damp that had seeped through his wool tunic, gripped the brass cylinder of his service revolver with a force that cracked the knuckles white, his eyes fixed not on the rioters who surged around him in the muddy streets of Whitechapel, but on the silver locket hanging from his neck, which had grown so ice-cold against his sternum it...

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