Sean Lewis

An Approximation of Thunder

Detective O’Rourke strolled down an eroding hallway, the shadows hemmed in sulfurous orange while stark-white LEDs splayed across the wall to her right. Smoking inside hadn't been legal in twenty years, but the building was a rotting shell, so an ember hung a few inches below her
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