The Wistful Letter

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the precinct, sharp and cold, spoken by the wind that rattled the windowpanes. Elias Thorne, Sergeant, sat at his desk, the linoleum floor beneath his boots worn thin by twenty years of patrol. He wrote the date in the margin of his ledger, the ink bleeding slightly into the cheap paper. He wanted the children back. That was the want, simple and absolute. The...

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