The Wistful Throne

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The rain against the windshield was a rhythmic drumming that matched the beating of my heart, a steady, dull thud that I had come to rely on more than sleep. I sat in the passenger seat of the department’s black Crown Victoria, the leather cold against my thighs, watching the grey smear of the city dissolve into the wet night. My left hand rested on my lap, fingers curled loosely around the...

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