The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain hammered the asphalt like a thousand tiny fists, relentless and cold. Elias stood in the doorway of the precinct, his uniform soaked through to the skin. He watched the water run in rivulets down the concrete steps. The building groaned. It was an old structure, pre-war brick, holding its breath against the storm. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. Captain Halloway...

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