The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was the kind of rain that smelled of wet asphalt and old iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window of the precinct’s break room. He watched the wipers on his cruiser outside. They moved back and forth. Slow. Steady. Defeating nothing. "Thorne." The voice came from behind him. Heavy. Tired. Lieutenant Marcus Hale. He leaned against the doorframe. His...

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