The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain tapped against the glass of the precinct’s break room. It was a steady, grey drumbeat. Elias Thorne sat alone. His coffee was cold. It sat in a styrofoam cup, a ring of brown sludge forming at the bottom. He did not drink it. He watched the steam, or what was left of it, curl and vanish. He was a sergeant. He had worn the badge for twenty years. The metal was cold against his chest...

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