The siren did not wail so much as it groaned, a low, ragged tear in the fabric of the industrial dawn that sliced through the fog hanging over the River Tyne. It was a sound that had defined the existence of Elias Thorne for thirty years, a mechanical heartbeat that synchronized with the rhythm of his own weary pulse. He stood at the window of the precinct’s upper floor, his hands resting on...
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