The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the heavy, bruised sky, a persistent mist that clung to the windowpanes of the precinct station house, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray concrete and sodium light, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old fear that had settled into the carpet fibers over decades of...

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