The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the asphalt of the parking lot and the wet concrete of the station’s entrance. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a small, windowless cubicle in the basement level of the precinct, where the fluorescent...
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