The Distant Affair

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2026-08-19 20:02:23 -

The rain in Seattle did not wash the city clean. It only made the grime slick, turning the streets into mirrors that reflected the neon bleed of the city lights. I stood on the corner of Fourth and Pine, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my trench coat. The dampness seeped through the fabric, a cold, persistent ache. I am a detective. For twenty years, I have hunted shadows. I have...

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