The Distant Nightmare

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Thorne. The name was not called out by a voice, but by the wind, a low static hiss that scraped against the mud of the road. Elias Thorne walked with his shoulders hunched against the damp, the forged warrant clutched in his left hand like a talisman against the dark. He was forty-two, a constable of the Crown for twenty years, and the light was failing, the sun dropping below the tree line of...

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