The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the precinct’s third-floor window, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of Detective Elias Thorne. He stood with his back to the door, arms crossed over his chest, watching the water streak down the pane. It blurred the city lights below into long, weeping smears of amber and red. The air in the room was stale,...

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