The Distant Affair
The rain hit the glass. A rhythmic, heavy tap. Like fingers on a drum. Or a heartbeat. Fast. Too fast. Elias stood in the corner. The corner of the room. The room was small. White walls. No windows. Just a door. And a light. A single, bare bulb. It hummed. A low, electric drone. It filled the space. It filled Elias. He was a detective. Or he had been. The badge was gone. The gun was gone. The...
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