The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, grimy windows of the St. Jude’s Orphanage and Police Detention Annex, a rhythmic, persistent tapping that sounded like fingernails clicking against glass. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the intake room, his coat dripping onto the linoleum. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, with a face that seemed carved from...
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