The Faded Road
The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the boundary between the wet asphalt and the dark sky. Elias Vance stood at the curb, his uniform soaked through, the fabric clinging to his shoulders like a second, heavier skin. He was a man of the city, a creature of patrol beats and report logs, yet the storm felt ancient, indifferent to the jurisdiction of the precinct. His left hand...
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