The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain of suspended misery that soaked the windows of the precinct until the world outside became a blurred, watery smear of neon and mud, and inside, the air tasted of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear that always lingered after a night shift had bled into the early hours, a scent that clung to the skin and...

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