The Faded Quadrant
The rain fell in sheets against the chain-link fence of the Oakhaven County Jail, turning the mud into a slurry that sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood with his back to the wet asphalt, staring at the barred window where his brother Julian sat in silence, the twenty-year-old boy’s face a pale smear behind the glass. Elias, forty-two and wearing a sheriff’s badge that felt like a lead...
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