The Faded Alibi
The siren did not wail so much as it tore the fabric of the night, a jagged sound that ripped through the humid air of the city, a sound that was less an alert and more a physical wound opening in the throat of the sleeping metropolis, forcing the inhabitants to look up, to see what had already arrived, to understand that the boundary between the safe and the broken had ceased to exist. Elias...
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