The Golden Harbor
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a relentless, gray smear that blurred the boundary between the wet street and the dry, sterile air of the precinct. You stood at the end of the long, mahogany table, your hands resting on the polished surface, feeling the cold seep through your palms, a physical manifestation of the dread that had been coiling in your gut since...
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