The Distant Promise

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The magistrate’s office smelled of damp wool and old ink, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the taste of defeat. He stood before the desk, his uniform pressed tight against a chest that heaved with controlled fury, while Magistrate Halloway sat behind the mahogany barrier, smiling with the predatory patience of a man who knew the outcome before the first word was spoken....

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