The Pale Echo
The silver badge sat in my pocket, heavy as a stone, humming with a cold that seeped through the fabric of my trousers and into my bones. It was the only thing I had left from Officer Miller, a man I had served with for twelve years before a single shot ended his life on the wet pavement of the 4th Precinct. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a detective who wants to clear his name, but the...
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