The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it seeped into the fabric of the city, a cold, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s trench coat and settled deep into his bones. He was walking toward the precinct, a destination that had once felt like a fortress of order but now felt like a tomb of bureaucratic rot. The pavement was slick with oil and sludge, reflecting the neon bleed...

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