The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A fine, silver mist clung to the glass of the precinct’s fourth-floor corridor. It was the kind of weather that eroded stone, that softened the edges of hard things until they blurred into the gray air. Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the droplets merge. They did not slide down. They accumulated. They became heavy. Then, suddenly, they detached....

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