The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a damp, breathing thing, and I sat in the back of the patrol car, watching the wipers beat against the windshield with a rhythmic, mechanical thud that matched the slow, aching pulse in my temple. The driver, a young officer named Miller whose hands shook slightly on the wheel,...
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