The Golden Crossing

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The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it descended, a gray, industrial curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of wet concrete and neon. Marcus Thorne stood on the wet pavement outside the precinct, his hand resting on the small of his back, feeling the familiar, dull ache of the gun belt digging into his hip. It was a sensation he had carried for twenty years, a physical...

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