The Faded Portrait

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The rain against the windows of the Department of Public Safety did not sound like water; it sounded like static, a low-frequency hum that had been drilling into the back of Elias Thorne’s skull for the last forty-eight hours. He sat at his desk, a slab of laminate that had lost its sheen to the friction of ten thousand wrists, and watched the droplet trace a path down the glass. The path was...

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