The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain fell on the city like a heavy, wet blanket. It was November. The streets of Chicago were slick and gray. Detective Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the precinct. He held a small, velvet box in his hand. Inside was a watch. It was a gold pocket watch. It belonged to his wife, Clara. She had worn it for thirty years. The watch was cold. The metal bit into his palm. He looked up at...

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