The Distant Legend
The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it accumulated, a slow, grey suspension that turned the streets of the Capitol Hill district into a mirror of the sky, reflecting the muted neon of the bodegas and the tired headlights of delivery trucks that crawled through the puddles like sluggish fish. Marcus Thorne walked with a heavy, deliberate gait, his leather briefcase swinging against his...
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