The Faded Apartment
The rain lashed against the grimy panes of the third-floor walk-up, a rhythmic, relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood in the center of the apartment, his service pistol leveled with a steadiness that belied the tremor shaking his hands, the weapon’s cold steel a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of his own anger. Before him,...
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