The Faded Frequency
The rain had turned the streets of Ironhaven into a slick, reflective mirror of the gas lamps, a liquid amalgam of soot and sorrow that clung to the hem of Sergeant Arthur Vance’s coat as he marched toward the precinct door, his left hand pressed firmly against the side of his head where the bullet had grazed his skull moments before, the skin there hot and pulsing with a rhythm that seemed to...
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