The Wistful Silence

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The rain that fell upon the city of Aethelgard did not wash the streets clean but merely rendered the grime slicker, turning the asphalt into a mirror that reflected the broken neon signs and the weary, unblinking eyes of the surveillance drones that hovered like gnats above the pavement. Sergeant Elias Thorne moved through this wet, humming labyrinth with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man...

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