The Golden Downtown
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly inside your molars, a low, constant thrum that masked the silence of the empty bullpen. It was late, the kind of late where the shadows in the corners of the room stretched long and thin like dried taffy, and the only sound was the rhythmic clacking of the single keyboard being typed by the night...
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