The Faded Apartment

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors, and Elias Thorne counted the drops against his windowpane with a rigor that bordered on the pathological, one, two, three, until the rhythm broke and he remembered why he was awake. He was thirty-two, a constable with a badge that felt too heavy for his belt, and he...

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