The Faded Paradox
"Put the shawl down, Elias. You look like a man who’s already lost." The voice belonged to Deputy Chief Halloway, who stood at the edge of the gala crowd, holding a glass of champagne he didn’t intend to drink. The air in the precinct’s ballroom was thick with the scent of lilies and floor wax, a cloying sweetness that sat heavy on the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He did not look up. His...
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