The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the bones of the men who stood in the long, unheated corridor of the municipal detention center. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had lost its rigid architecture in the lower levels of the station, becoming a viscous, slow-moving substance that pooled in the...

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