The Wistful Silence

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the industrial quarter into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gas lamps in trembling, orange pools. I stood in the doorway of the precinct, my coat soaked through to the bone, the weight of my service pistol dragging against my hip like a dead thing. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale...

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