The Wistful Throne

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The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suffocating veil that turned the streets into a slick, black mirror reflecting the dying neon of the closed shops. Sergeant Elias Thorne drove his battered Ford pickup with his knuckles white on the steering wheel, the engine coughing and sputtering as it fought the wet asphalt. In the passenger seat, a duffel bag sat heavy with the...

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