The Pale Circus
The blacksmith had to be brought in for questioning before the sun fully cleared the ridge, which meant the men of Oakhaven would be watching from the shopfronts with their hands in their pockets and their eyes fixed on the silver link at Thorne’s throat. Elias Thorne, a sergeant of forty-two years who had spent three decades keeping the peace in a town that seemed to exist outside the reach of...
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