The Faded Photograph

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The rain does not fall so much as it presses against the glass of the precinct’s observation deck, a thick, gray curtain that blurs the city below into a smear of neon and shadow, and you stand there, hands clasped behind your back, feeling the weight of the silence that has settled over the room like a physical substance, heavy and suffocating, pressing against your eardrums until you can hear...

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