The Distant Legend
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the neon signs of the city into smeared watercolors of red and blue, bleeding into the wet asphalt of the alleyway where Sergeant Elias Thorne stood alone with his back against the cold brick, breathing in the scent of ozone and rotting garbage. He was waiting for the man who had sold him out, the man whose...
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