The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet asphalt and old iron, and through it, the city of Chicago breathed a heavy, sickening breath that settled into the lungs of everyone who walked its streets, a breath that tasted of the particular, metallic tang of fear that had become the default setting for the past eighteen months. Sergeant David Vance stood...

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