The Faded Frequency

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The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a relentless, horizontal assault against the glass of the police station’s rear window where I sat, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through my damp wool coat but from the sheer, crushing weight of the word that had just been spoken, a word that had been hanging in the air between me and Sergeant Elias Thorne like a noose, waiting...

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