The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean. It made the grime slicker. It made the city look wet and tired. Silas stood on the corner of 5th and Kinzie. His uniform was soaked through. The wool clung to his shoulders. It felt heavy. Like a burial shroud. He was a detective. He had worn the badge for twenty years. The badge was cold against his chest. It dug into his ribs. His hand itched....

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