The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not wash the city; it merely made the grime slicker. I stood in the doorway of the precinct’s break room, the damp chill of the corridor seeping through the hem of my coat, and watched Miller wipe a smudge of coffee from the table. He was a small man, unremarkable in every way except for his eyes, which held a kind of terrified stillness. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and...

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