The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it was hurled, a horizontal lash of grey water that turned the highway into a slick, mirroring river. Elias sat in the driver’s seat of the sedan, his knuckles white on the leather steering wheel, watching the wipers sweep the glass in a frantic, metronomic rhythm. In the passenger seat, a small brass cylinder rested on the center console, catching the dim light...
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