The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, static curtain that pressed against the single-pane window of the precinct’s holding room. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, sickly frequency that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones. He sat on a plastic chair that had seen better decades, his hands bound by zip ties that bit into his wrists, the...

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