The Faded Road
The rain in the city did not wash things clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the asphalt into a black mirror that reflected the flickering neon of a pharmacy sign that had been broken for three years. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the corner of 4th and Main, his coat soaked through to the bone, the fabric heavy with water and the smell of wet dog. He was not looking for a suspect....
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