The Faded Road
The rain on the roof of the precinct house sounded like the ticking of a clock that had lost its patience, a relentless, metallic tapping that seeped into the floorboards and up through the soles of my boots, a cold, industrial rhythm that matched the hollow ache in my chest. I sat in the interrogation room, the steel chair biting into my spine, watching the water drip from the tip of my nose...
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