The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain hammered the pavement like a thousand small fists. Sergeant Elias Thorne lay flat in the mud, his cheek pressed against the cold, wet asphalt. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. Each inhale tasted of iron and diesel. He was pinned. Not by a hand, but by the weight of a lie. The crowd above him was a wall of gray coats and flashing lights. They did not see him. They saw a threat....

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