The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain had stopped, but the air in the precinct still held the weight of it, a damp, metallic chill that seeped into the bones. Elias Thorne stood by the window, watching the grey light bleed across the wet asphalt of the street below. He was fifty-three, though the mirror in the break room suggested a man who had lived twice as long. His uniform, a charcoal wool that had once been crisp, now...

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