The Golden Master
The rain in Seattle does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the asphalt of the Pioneer Square district into a black mirror that reflects the neon bleed of the closed shops. You are standing under the awning of a pawn shop that has been boarded up for three years, watching the water run in rivulets down the brick face of the building next door. Your uniform is soaked...
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