The Wistful Saga
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the detention block, a rhythmic, violent drumming that seemed to vibrate through the concrete floor and up into the bones of everyone present. It was a cold, gray Tuesday in November, the kind of day that made the fluorescent lights inside the precinct hum with an irritating, electric buzz. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the...
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