The Golden Ritual
The concrete cracked under the weight of the patrol car’s tires, a jagged spiderweb of grey fracture lines that spread across the intersection like a map of old, unresolved wounds. Elias Thorne sat behind the wheel, his hands resting loosely on the steering column, his knuckles white not from tension but from the sheer, grinding stillness of the morning. The city of Oakhaven was waking up, a...
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