The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the line between the asphalt of the precinct’s interior and the wet, breathing street outside. Inside the central holding cell, a square of concrete that smelled of stale iron and damp wool, Elias Thorne stood with his hands behind his back, the rough cotton of his uniform clinging to his spine....

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