The Compassion Filter
The office smelled of stale cigarettes and ozone. Detective Elias Thorne sat behind a desk that had seen better decades, watching the rain streak against the window of the Citadel. In this city, the rain was a luxury; it was recycled water, filtered through a thousand lungs before it hit the pavement. Thorne wasn't a cop anymore. He was a "Sifter." The world was ending. Not with a bang, but...
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