The Faded River
The siren did not wail so much as it tore the air open, a jagged red wound in the grey morning light that sliced through the sterile white of the municipal detention center’s intake bay. Detective Elias Thorne stood in the center of the tiled floor, his hands hanging heavy at his sides, feeling the peculiar, hollow weight of his own badge against his chest, a cold metal tooth he had forgotten...
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