The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, gray curtain that blotted out the neon bleed of the city, turning the wet asphalt of the alley into a dark mirror that reflected nothing but the hollow, exhausted face of Sergeant Elias Thorne, who stood there with his back against the cold brick, listening to the wet, ragged sound of his own breathing as if it were a foreign...

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