The Shadow of the Crash
The warehouse on Cadman Plaza smelled of dust and forgotten things. Arthur Blackwood pushed through the swinging door with his flashlight, the beam cutting through the darkness like a knife. He had been working nights at this storage facility for three years, moving crates and watching cameras, but tonight something was different. A sound echoed from the far end of the building. Not the usual...
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