The Golden Downtown

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The rain had stopped, leaving the air in the capital city thick with the scent of wet limestone and ozone. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, looking down at the street where his father’s car lay crumpled against the curb, a silent, rusted wound in the grey morning. He held a small, brass compass in his left hand. It was an old thing, inherited from...

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