The Golden Downtown
The rain fell on the city of Veridia not as water, but as a fine, golden mist that clung to the cobblestones and the brass fittings of the streetlamps. It was a strange, persistent weather, one that had no season. Inspector Elias Thorne walked through it, his coat heavy with the dampness, his steps quick and short. He was a man of small stature but immense presence, a lawman whose badge was...
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