The Distant Nightmare
The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the grey air above the precinct, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the wool of Detective Elias Thorne’s trench coat and soaked into the bone-deep ache of his left knee. It was a pain that had no name, a phantom weight that pulled at his leg even when he stood still, a constant reminder of the body’s fragility beneath the badge. He...
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