The Pale Shadows
The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the bruised, swollen belly of the sky, a relentless, stinging sheet of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the precinct’s back alley into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the flickering neon of the 24-hour laundromat across the street. I stood there, my uniform plastered to my skin, the fabric heavy with a cold that seemed to...
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