The Faded Road
The rain had not stopped in three days, turning the cobblestones of Blackwood Square into a slick, treacherous mirror of the gaslit lamps. Elias Thorne stood on the corner, his collar turned up against the damp chill that seeped into the marrow of his bones. He was a man who had spent twenty years chasing shadows, a private investigator in a city that had long since outgrown the need for such...
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