The Distant Journey

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Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a command that had been issued too many times to require volume. It hung in the damp air of the clearing, settling into the mossy ground between your boots. You turned slowly, the motion stiff and grinding, your joints protesting the cold with a sharp, familiar ache. Behind you stood Inspector Halloway, his face pale and drawn...

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