The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it remembered the earth, a heavy, rhythmic tapping against the windowpane of the small office that smelled of dried lavender and old paper. Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded, the skin over his knuckles pale and taut, watching the water trace its slow, inevitable paths down the glass. He was a man of middle years, though the years seemed to have carved him...

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