The Golden Song
The rain did not fall so much as it stood. It hung in the grey air, a fine mist that settled on the shoulders of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he walked the perimeter of the old district. The city was waking up, but not in the way it used to. The streets were slick with a darkness that seemed to pull at his boots. He walked fast. He had to. The silence was too loud. It pressed against his eardrums,...
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