The Distant Metropolis
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel driveway of the Ashworth estate into a slurry of mud and broken leaves that sucked at the tires of the police cruiser as it pulled up to the front door. Detective Miller stepped out into the cold, the smell of wet stone and rotting vegetation hitting him before the sound of the argument did. He was not a man who enjoyed the domestic...
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