The Golden Downtown

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The ink was drying on the ledger when Elias Vane first noticed the smell of ozone. It hung in the air of the precinct station like a wet dog, sharp and metallic, cutting through the stale tobacco and old coffee that usually defined the room. Outside, the rain hammered against the soot-stained glass, blurring the neon signs of the industrial district into smeared streaks of red and blue. Elias...

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