The Rainy Night Witness
The Rainy Night WitnessThe subway smelled like wet metal and the faint sweetness of someone's expired lunch. Chloe Chen stood in the center of the car and held the overhead rail with one hand, her backpack pressed against her chest with the other. She was tired in the way that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with carrying something you can't put down.Her phone buzzed. A...
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