The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the glass of the interrogation room and the damp wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. Inside the sterile white box of Federal Facility 9, the air tasted of ozone and old coffee. Thorne sat across from Director Halloway, his hands folded on the table, knuckles white. He was a large man, built for the physicality of the field, but...

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