The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the brick facades of the Loop and seeped into the bones of those who walked beneath it. Elias Thorne moved through the streets of the South Side with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying a weight that was not his own, his police uniform damp and dark against the pale, sickly light of the overcast...

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