The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless, gray static that pressed against the window of the interrogation room until the glass itself seemed to weep, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and neon signs that bled red and blue into the darkness. Detective Arthur Penhaligon sat in the chair, his posture rigid, his hands folded on the table with a precision that...

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