The Golden Quest
"You’re off the roster." The voice was flat. Administrative. It came from behind the glass partition of the intake office, a space that smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. Detective Elias Thorne stood by the window. Rain streaked the pane. He watched a leaf spiral down. He didn’t look back. "Explain," he said. "Policy update. Section four. Non-compliant conduct. You know what it means,...
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