The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain against the window of the interrogation room was not merely water striking glass but a rhythmic, percussive assault that seemed to synchronize with the thudding of my own heart, a wet, relentless drumming that blurred the lines between the storm outside and the tempest churning within the sterile, fluorescent-lit confines of the precinct where I had spent the last thirty years...

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