The rain has been falling on the roof of the old precinct for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming that vibrates through the plaster and settles deep into your bones, making the air in the small office feel thick and wet, like holding a damp cloth over your mouth, and you are sitting there in the silence that follows the closing of the door, the heavy oak slab that has seen a hundred...
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