The Pale Banner
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Seattle into a mirror of wet asphalt and neon reflections, blurring the line between the world outside and the sterile, fluorescent hum of the precinct. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his office on the fourth floor, watching a taxi slide through the puddles, its headlights cutting two pale,...
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