The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain against the high, narrow windows of the precinct building did not sound like water; it sounded like the slow, rhythmic tapping of a thousand small hammers working on the soft, rotting wood of time itself. Detective Elias Thorne sat at his heavy oak desk, the varnish worn smooth by decades of restless elbows and stained coffee rings that had long since ceased to be removed, leaving...

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