The Distant Affair
The rain fell on the city like a heavy, gray sheet. It soaked the cobblestones. It seeped into the bones of the old buildings. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window. He watched the water run in rivulets down the glass. The view was a blur of gray and black. The street below was empty. No cars. No pedestrians. Just the rain. Elias turned away from the window. He moved to the small table. On...
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