The Distant Nightmare

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The warrant in Elias Thorne’s hand was damp, the ink bleeding into the fibrous paper under the relentless drizzle of Millhaven. He stood in the center of the square, the wet cobblestones slick and black under his boots, while the rain hissed against the collar of his trench coat. Before him, a wall of uniformed officers formed a tight, silent semicircle around the front steps of the Vane...

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