The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised purple sky, a heavy, suffocating mist that clung to the wet asphalt of the precinct parking lot like a shroud. Inside the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the teeth of Detective Elias Thorne, a sound that had become the background noise of his soul over the last...
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