The Distant Nightmare
The rain against the window of the precinct office sounded like static, a white noise that swallowed the tick of the wall clock and the hum of the fluorescent lights. I sat at my desk, the one in the corner where the shadow pooled deepest, and watched the rain blur the streetlights outside into smeared orbs of amber and gray. My badge sat on the blotter, a heavy metal disc that felt less like a...
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