The Distant Legend
The rain had turned the precinct lobby into a gray mirror, reflecting the sterile glow of the fluorescent lights and the rigid posture of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood before the desk of the Order Bureau, his uniform damp, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the counter. Across from him sat Captain Halloway, a man whose face was as smooth and impassive as the polished marble of the...
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