The Golden Scar
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the district like a shroud refusing to be lifted, and Elias Thorne moved through the grey dampness with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had long since stopped trying to outrun the inevitable decay of his own joints. He was a man of the Bureau, a senior investigator in the Department of Civic...
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