The Golden Downtown
The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a suspended, breathing entity of mud and mist, while Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the treeline, his uniform heavy with water, his hands wrapped in leather gloves that had become slick and useless against the cold, watching the forest swallow the road behind him, for...
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