The Distant Journey

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the shoulders of the coat Elias Thorne had worn for twenty years, the same coat that smelled of wet wool and the antiseptic sting of the hospital corridor he had just fled. He stood before the oak doors of the sheriff’s office, the key heavy and cold in his hand, his mind fixed on the single, tangible...

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