The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the brig was thick, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, smelling of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of gray, slushy day that clung to the windows of the police station like a shroud. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the folding metal chair, his hands cuffed to the table, watching the rain streak the glass. He...

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