The Wistful Skyline

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The rain hits the tin roof of the precinct with a rhythmic, metallic thrum that you have learned to ignore, a sound like the ticking of a clock that measures nothing but the decay of your own composure. You are sitting at your desk, the wood scarred by years of pen points and spilled coffee, and your hands are shaking. It is not from cold. The heating system in this old municipal building...

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