The Distant Whispers

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The fog was thick enough to taste, a metallic sludge that coated the back of Thorne’s throat and settled into the creases of his uniform, making the wool heavy and cold against his skin. "Keep your boots moving, Sergeant," Halloway said, his voice muffled by the grey curtain that swallowed the street, "we are not here for a morning stroll, we are here to secure the premises before the shift...

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