The Golden Quest
The rain fell in heavy, gray sheets against the windshield, blurring the world into a smear of asphalt and neon. You drove the patrol car through the wet streets of London, the wipers slapping a rhythmic, monotonous beat. The engine hummed a low, steady note. It was a sound you had known for thirty years. It was the sound of duty. It was the sound of silence. You were a senior inspector. The...
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