The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it persisted. It was a fine, gray mist that clung to the skin of the city, turning the asphalt into a slick, black mirror. Elias Vance stood on the corner of 5th and Main, his collar turned up against the damp chill. He was a man built for order, a detective with twenty years of service etched into the lines around his eyes. His uniform was clean, pressed, and...

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