The Distant Legend
The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement of the Municipal Correctional Facility hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the fillings in Detective Elias Thorne’s teeth. It was a low, persistent drone, the kind that didn’t announce itself with a shout but rather with a slow, grinding erosion of the nerves, a white noise that filled the gaps in the silence where thought...
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