The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that turned the streetlights of the precinct into smeared halos of sickly amber. Inside the bullpen, the air tasted of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear, a flavor Elias Thorne had grown to know as intimately as the grain of the oak desk he had polished for twenty years. He sat alone, the only officer awake in the...

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