The Distant Promise
The suspect’s knee drove into Elias Thorne’s solar plexus with the blunt, industrial force of a hydraulic press, and the Sheriff’s breath left his lungs in a sharp, white plume that vanished instantly into the wet, salt-heavy air. They were tangled together on the slick asphalt of the boardwalk, a knot of wool uniform, mud-caked denim, and the slick, cold friction of rain-slicked skin, while...
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