The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain fell in sheets against the window of the precinct. It was a cold, gray rain, the kind that seeped into the bones. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his desk. He did not look at the file. He looked at the clock. The hands moved. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound was a hammer. It struck his temples. He had been awake for forty hours. His eyes burned. The coffee was cold. He drank it anyway. It...

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