The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that turned the neon signs of the district into smeared watercolors on the wet asphalt, and within that gray, breathing fog, Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold brick of a shuttered bank, his hand resting not on his holster but on the small, iron-bound chest that hung from his belt like a second heart, the...

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