The Distant Legend
Thorne, you look as though you’ve swallowed a stone, so put that ledger down before you drop it on the linoleum." The voice belonged to Magistrate Halloway, sharp and dry as the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light cutting through the office window. Elias Thorne did not drop the ledger. He stood in the center of the room, his left knee locked in a grinding, chronic agony that had...
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