The Faded Road
The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the wet asphalt of 4th Avenue into a dark, shimmering mirror reflecting the fractured neon of the storefronts above, and within this suspended, liquid silence, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back pressed against the cold brick of the abandoned textile factory, feeling the familiar,...
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