The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of indeterminate shapes. Inside the cramped, windowless office on the fourth floor of the precinct, Detective Elias Thorne sat with his back to the wall, his hands resting on the cold steel of his desk. The air smelled of stale coffee and ozone, a metallic tang that...
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