The Wistful Saga
The summons lay on the oak table, its ink still damp, the paper soft and yielding under Elias Thorne’s thumb. He had read it twice, the words blurring into a single, heavy mass of authority that demanded his presence at the Sheriff’s office before the sun cleared the ridge. It was a simple document, a standard order to suspend a case, but the weight of it pressed against his sternum like a...
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