The Distant Summer

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The ledger was cold under Elias Thorne’s fingers, the leather cover slick with a dampness that smelled of iron and old rain. He sat in the back of the police van, the engine idling with a rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the soles of his boots, while the town of Oakhaven unfolded in the gray dawn outside. Thorne was forty years old, a sergeant with twenty years of service, and his hands,...

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