The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved, a gray mist that clung to the asphalt of the precinct’s parking lot, turning the world into a smear of wet concrete and sodium light. Silas Thorne stood beneath the narrow overhang of the loading dock, his uniform soaked to the skin, the wool of his trousers heavy and cold against his legs. He was a man of fifty winters, though his face looked...
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