The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, grey veil that erased the horizon and turned the city into a blur of wet slate and sodium light. Detective Silas Thorne stood in the center of the alleyway, his boots sinking into the muck, and felt the familiar, cold weight of his service pistol in his right hand. It was a heavy thing, a block of steel and brass that seemed to anchor him to...

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