The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a gray, persistent hand trying to find a crack in the windowpane. Inside the precinct, the air smelled of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear that always seemed to linger in the basement interrogation rooms. I sat at my desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and anxiety, watching the water bead and...

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