The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron baton was cold, a weight that seemed to drain the heat from Elias Thorne’s left hand, and he stood in the gutter of Oakhaven’s main thoroughfare while the rain ran in grey sheets down the cobblestones. He was forty-two, though the years of service in the Municipal Peace had aged him into a man who looked fifty, his skin mapped with the faint, white lines of old scars and the deeper,...

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