The Distant Legend

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and decay, turning the cobblestones of the square into a slick, reflective mirror for the shattered face of the town’s pride. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the dais, his uniform soaked and clinging to a frame that had not known rest in three days, his hands white-knuckled around the...

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