Officer Emmanuel “Manny” Hart didn’t expect movement in the garbage heap, just the familiar rustle of wind along the alley he walked every sleepless night. The city had long settled into its deep, cold slumber, leaving behind only the grit of the streets and the ghostly steam rising from distant manholes. It was well past 3:00 AM, the hour when the weight of his old, unresolved cases pressed heaviest. This particular alley was part of his haunting, a desolate strip he frequented seeking the biting, crisp air that somehow quieted the noise in his head.
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