The Distant Whispers
The fluorescent lights in the break room flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across the linoleum floor. Elias stood by the coffee machine, his hands trembling slightly as he poured a cup of black coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. Marcus leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his badge glinting under the harsh light. He looked at Elias with a mix of pity and contempt, a look that had...
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