The Distant Blade
The debt on Elias Thorne’s ledger weighed forty-two thousand dollars, a number he had counted out in his head every night for six months until the digits blurred into a single, heavy stone in his gut. He sat behind the wheel of his black pickup, the engine idling with a low, rattling cough that vibrated through the steering column and up into his shoulders. The fog in the Appalachian foothills...
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