The Golden Ritual
The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of wet asphalt and rusted steel, and it was through this damp, suffocating veil that Sergeant Elias Thorne drove his unmarked sedan toward the decommissioned naval storage facility on the east side, the wipers of his car slicing the gloom in a rhythmic,...
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