The Faded Road
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the streets of Chicago into slick, reflective pools. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office on the fourteenth floor of the Department of Motor Vehicles, watching the wipers of a police cruiser beat a rhythmic pattern against the glass. He was a man who measured his life in shifts and regulations, a man whose...
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