The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a sky the color of bruised iron, a heavy, silent weight that settled over the city of St. Jude like a shroud. You stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, your hand resting on the cold brass of your duty belt, feeling the familiar hum of the electric grid beneath the pavement. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable in every way except for the way...

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