The Golden Circuit
The letter arrived at the station house on a Tuesday morning when the rain had not ceased for three days, a thick, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the district into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the soot-stained bricks of the surrounding tenements, and it was tucked inside the uniform coat of Captain Elias Thorne, who stood at the window watching the street with the hollow...
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