The Golden Suspect

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The train cut through the rain like a knife through wet clay, the wheels shrieking in a rhythm that matched the hammering in Sergeant Elias Thorne’s skull. He stood in the corridor, gripping the overhead rail, his knuckles white against the cold steel. The air smelled of ozone and old sweat. Below, the industrial sprawl of Millhaven blurred past, a mosaic of brick and soot, of smokestacks...

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