The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall. It descended. It was a thick, oily curtain that turned the streets of Oakhaven into black mirrors. Detective Elias Thorne stood on the porch of the station house, his hands locked behind his back. He wore his uniform. The fabric was stiff, starched to a sharpness that bit into his skin. The brass buttons caught the gray light and held it, refusing to let it go. He did not...

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