The Pale Tale
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the windowpane, turning the parking lot into a smear of wet asphalt and dying headlights where the silence was so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against the glass. Inside the small, windowless office of the local precinct, the air was stale, recycled through a...
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