The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the district into a mirror of dull, unreflected light, and it was this relentless damp that seemed to seep into the very bones of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood in the center of the precinct’s main atrium, a space designed to evoke order and permanence through the use of cold marble and high,...
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