The Golden Quest
The rain on the glass of the high-rise command center is not water; it is a slow, viscous accusation, streaking down the panes in long, gray tears that distort the city lights below into smears of amber and neon. You are standing in the center of the room, your back to the massive wall of monitors that display the pulse of the city’s law and order, but your eyes are fixed on the one thing that...
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