The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that turned the neon signs of the downtown district into bleeding watercolors against the wet asphalt. Inside the precinct, the air was stale and recycled, smelling of old coffee and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had settled into the fibers of Detective Elias Thorne’s uniform so deeply that he no longer recognized it...
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