The Golden Downtown

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The brass key was cold, heavier than it looked, and it sat in the center of the table like a dead insect. Elias Thorne stared at it, his eyes dry and burning from the lack of sleep, the city outside the window a blurred smear of neon and rain. It had been three days since he had last seen her, three days since the apartment had been stripped of anything that breathed, leaving only the dust and...

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