The Wistful Skyline
Elias Thorne held the brass insignia in his palm, turning it over until the metal warmed against the sweat of his skin. It was a small, heavy thing, a star inlaid with gold, and it felt like a coin from a game he was no longer sure he was playing. The cruiser sat idling in the mud of the county road, its engine ticking as the heat bled out of the radiator. Oakhaven was ahead, a cluster of low,...
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