The Faded Guest
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the precinct lobby, a static field of gray water that blurred the streetlights into smeared halos. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the tile floor, his hands gripping the back of a metal chair until the knuckles turned white, his eyes fixed on the double doors of the administrative office where Captain Halloway sat. He had...
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