The Faded Paradox
The rain against the window of the interrogation room was a rhythmic, relentless drumming that seemed to echo the hollow ache in Detective Elias Thorne’s chest, a sound that had accompanied him through every night of his twenty-year career until it became indistinguishable from the blood rushing in his own ears, a constant reminder that the city of Chicago did not sleep, it only waited with its...
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