The Distant Journey
The parchment lay on the desk, its seal broken, the ink still glistening in the damp air of the precinct. Sergeant Elias Thorne stared at the commendation, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the embossed crest of the Magistrate’s office, a bureaucratic acknowledgment of the blood he had spilled three days prior in the cobblestone square. For twenty years, the law had been a shield, a...
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