The Golden Crossing
The rain fell on the city of Oakhaven with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a cold, gray sheet that draped over the cobblestones and the soot-blackened brick of the constabulary station until the distinction between the wet street and the dry interior began to dissolve in Elias Thorne’s mind. He sat in the back of the interrogation room, a place that smelled...
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