The Golden Circuit

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The rain hit the asphalt like static. Marcus stood in the alley, his coat soaked through, the cold seeping into his bones. He held the vial. It was small, glass, amber liquid swirling inside. It smelled of copper and old blood. He had taken it from the dead man’s hand. The man had been whispering. *Eat it. Remember.* Marcus was a detective. Not the kind in movies. The kind who worked the...

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