The Faded Masquerade
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, cold sheet that turned the asphalt of the precinct parking lot into a black mirror reflecting the gray, weeping sky. I stood by the driver’s side door of my unmarked sedan, my hand resting on the cold steel, feeling the vibration of the idling engine through my palm, a low hum that matched the thrumming in my ears. My left knee throbbed, a...
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