The Golden Harbor
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by the weight of the city’s silence. I stood on the wet cobblestones of Blackfriars, my uniform slick with a mixture of rain and something darker that I had stopped trying to identify. Across the street, the old clock tower ticked, a mechanical heartbeat in a dead zone. My badge hung heavy on my chest, a leaden anchor dragging me...
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