The Faded Guest
Sheriff Thorne. The name was spat from the mouth of Deputy Miller, a young man whose jaw worked tight against the cold, as he and two other officers dragged the boy toward the center of the square. Elias Thorne stood under the awning of the general store, his raincoat heavy with water, watching the mud churn under the feet of the crowd. The smell of wet wool and iron filled the air, a metallic...
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