The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the streets of Seattle into a mosaic of wet asphalt and reflecting puddles. I sat in my office, the blinds drawn tight against the gloom, watching the water bead and slide down the glass. It was a small room, cluttered with case files and cold coffee, smelling faintly of stale tobacco and the damp wool of my coat. I...
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