The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the grey, heavy sky, a relentless, wet hand wiping the slate roofs of the precinct clean of the morning’s dust, while inside the damp, stone-walled interrogation room, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat with his back against the unyielding bench, his uniform buttons straining against the tension in his chest, and he watched the clock on the wall,...
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