The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a dense, gray curtain that turned the world into a watercolor of bruised purples and sickly greens. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the interrogation room, his back pressed against the cold steel of the table, feeling the vibration of the ventilation unit in his molars. It was a sound that had been drilling into his skull for...
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