The Golden Suspect
The tremor hit first. Then the glass. Then the silence. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the plaza. His uniform was pristine. The wool pressed tight against his shoulders. He held his rifle. The weapon was heavy. It was cold. Above him, the sky cracked. Not with lightning. With light. A golden fracture. A seam of pure, burning amber. It split the gray morning. It hung over the city....
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