The Golden Circuit
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the streets of Chicago into dark, reflective pools where the headlights of passing cars smeared into long, dying ribbons of light. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of his idling sedan, the engine ticking softly in the cooling air, his hands resting on the leather wheel as if they were stone. He was a man who...
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