The Wistful Silence

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that turned the alley behind the old textile mill into a slick, reflective mirror of the sky’s indifference. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the mouth of the alley, his knuckles white around a rusted iron key that burned against his palm with a heat that had no source in the world of physics, a temperature...

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