The Faded Shield
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless gray sheet that turned the streets of Seattle into a mirror of their own decay, and you had counted every hour since you woke up, tallying the minutes until the precinct opened at eight. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a private investigator who had spent the last five years chasing a ghost that refused to stay dead, and your need to...
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