The Golden Greenhouse
The rain fell on the city of Oakhaven not as water, but as a fine, metallic dust that settled in the crevices of the skin and the corners of the eyes. It was a cold, gray Tuesday, the kind that drained the color from the world until only the charcoal outlines of the buildings and the slate hues of the sky remained. Detective Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the empty precinct lobby,...
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