The Distant Affair
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a gray, persistent mist that soaked into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and settled in the joints of his knees, a physical manifestation of the dampness that had taken root in the town’s collective conscience since the morning he had been stripped of his badge. He stood in the center of the square, the wet cobblestones slick under his...
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