The Distant Promise

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The flood came in through the basement first. It was not a sudden burst, but a slow, black rising. The water tasted of iron and old rot. I stood on the second floor, my boots soaking up the humidity that seeped through the drywall. The city outside was silent. The power had failed hours ago. The rain fell in sheets, erasing the streets, the cars, the people. I was a detective. Or I had been....

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