The Distant Journey

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The rain tapped a relentless, staccato rhythm against the high windows of the precinct. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and damp wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood cold under his forearms. He watched the clock. It did not move. It was a black circle, a hole in the world. "Thorne." The voice was soft. It belonged to Captain Halloway. Halloway stood in the doorway. He...

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