The Faded Chronicle
The rain had turned the highway into a river of black slush, slicking the windshield until the wipers could barely keep up with the relentless gray. Elias Vance sat in the driver’s seat of his unmarked sedan, the heater blasting a dry, stale heat that did nothing to warm the cold knot in his stomach. He was a man who had spent thirty years wearing a badge, a man who had built his identity on...
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