The Distant Ghost
The rain hammered the windshield like a fist against a locked door. Inside the sedan, the air recirculator hummed a low, mechanical drone. It was the only sound in the car. Or almost. There was also the ticking of the clock on the dashboard, marking seconds that felt too short to hold the weight of the night. Detective Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat. His hands rested on the wheel at ten...
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