The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that smelled of wet iron and old pavement. Elias Thorne stood at the corner of Ninth and Main, his hand resting lightly on the holster at his hip, though the gun inside was empty. It had been empty for three days, ever since the incident at the precinct where they had stripped him of his badge and his sidearm alike, citing...

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