The Golden Myth
The rain fell hard on the pavement of District Four. It turned the asphalt into a black mirror, reflecting the shattered neon of the storefronts. Elias Thorne walked with his head down. He felt the wet cold seeping through his coat. His hands were tucked deep in his pockets. He was looking for a missing child. The case was simple on paper. A girl named Clara, six years old. Last seen near the...
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