The Distant Blade
The fluorescent tube above Director Halloway’s desk hummed with a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in the fillings of your teeth as he leaned back, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, watching you with a smile that was entirely too light for the gravity of the room. He did not look like a man who held the keys to the city’s soul; he looked like a man who had just finished a...
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