The Golden Downtown
The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown against the brickwork of the alley, a horizontal assault that turned the narrow gap between the two condemned warehouses into a slurry of mud and broken glass. Sergeant Elias Thorne was on his knees, his left arm pinned beneath the weight of a man who was no longer breathing, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps that tasted of copper and...
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