The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a gray, suffocating breath that turned the cobblestones of the industrial district into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the soot-stained brick of the foundry. I stood in the doorway of the police station, my uniform heavy with dampness, the leather of my boots creaking softly with every shift of my weight. Inside, the air was thick with...
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