The Pale Verdict
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smudge of wet asphalt and sodium light. I stood in the center of the intersection, my hand resting on the cold steel of my holster, feeling the weight of the gun against my hip like a second pulse, a heavy, rhythmic thud that matched the frantic beating of my own heart which had...
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