The Distant Summer
The rain hit the asphalt in sheets, a cold, rhythmic drumming that echoed through the hollows of the city. Julian stood at the edge of the pavement, his uniform soaked, the fabric heavy with water. He watched the crowd disperse, a thinning stream of umbrellas and hoods flowing back into the dark. The incident was over. The suspect was in custody. The sensors had recorded everything. The...
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