The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, gray finger pressing against the windshield of the municipal sedan, blurring the streetlights of Oakhaven into weeping, amber smears. Elias Thorne sat behind the wheel, his hands resting on the leather at ten and two, knuckles white, the skin pulled taut over the bones beneath as if his entire body were a map of its own fractures. He was a...

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