The Distant Journey
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the town square into a mirror that reflected the broken faces of the people standing there. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the crowd, his shoulders squared against the damp chill, demanding with a voice that had seen too much to tremble for the immediate release of Arthur...
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