The Cold Grave
Detective Elias poured another finger of synthetic rye into a glass that hadn't been clean since the arrival. Outside his office window, the city of Last Hope lived up to its name in the most ironic way possible. It was a sprawling, neon-lit slum built on the frozen crust of Proxima b, a world that had promised a new beginning but delivered only a different kind of end. The air was a freezing...
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