The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray membrane that pressed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and sodium light. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the window, his reflection a ghostly double layered over the city’s decay, his hands resting on the cold steel of the desk where a...
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