The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray membrane stretched between the sky and the wet asphalt of the precinct parking lot, where Marcus stood alone with his back against the cold, unyielding steel of his marked unit, watching the water bead on his uniform and slide down the dark fabric like slow, liquid tears that he refused to wipe away, feeling the weight of the rain...

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