The Wistful Show
The rain in the courtyard of the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not fall so much as it was pressed down by a heavy, grey hand, slicking the cobblestones into a dark mirror that reflected the brutalist concrete of the building looming above. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of this wet expanse, his service revolver leveled at the chest of Director Vance, who was emerging from the...
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