The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

"Is it the arm, or is it the guilt?" The voice came from the doorway. It was soft, worn thin by years of use, like the leather of a handle held too tightly. Elias did not turn. He stood by the window of the precinct’s break room, the glass cold against his forehead. Outside, the city of Seattle was a smear of gray rain and neon, the skyline jagged against the bruised sky. He watched a woman...

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