The Pale Mist
The first thing Sergeant Elias Thorne noticed was not the sound of the gunshot, but the taste of copper on his tongue. It was a sharp, metallic intrusion, a warning that had bypassed his ears and gone straight to his blood. He stood in the center of the kitchen, the linoleum cold through his dress shoes, the air thick with the scent of burnt toast and ozone. The silence that followed was not...
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