The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a monochromatic wash of slate and iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the wet pavement, his breath misting in the cold, watching the neon signs of the district bleed their light into the puddles. He was not looking for a criminal. He was looking for a taste. For three decades,...

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