The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Thorne, get your coat. The clock is running out, and the paperwork is not going to file itself. Elias Thorne did not move. He sat in the center of the sheriff’s office, a room that smelled of stale coffee and the specific, dry dust of old paper. Outside, the wind stripped the leaves from the oak trees lining Main Street, a sound like tearing cloth. Inside, the silence was heavier. It was the...

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