The Wistful Witness
Why does the glass shatter before the sound arrives? Rena Karagiannis woke with the taste of copper on her tongue, the humid air of the precinct heavy as a wet wool blanket pressed against her face. She lay in the narrow bunk of her office, the walls sweating condensation that dripped onto the concrete floor with a rhythmic, hollow tap that counted out the minutes of her early shift. The dream...
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