The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, static mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the crevices of the city. Elias Thorne drove his vintage sedan up the hill toward the industrial district, the wipers beating a frantic, rhythmic drum against the windshield. Inside the car, the climate control hummed, a low, mechanical purr that failed to warm the chill that had...
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