The Golden Visit
The rain against the windshield was not merely water but a relentless, mechanical scrubbing, a high-frequency vibration that blurred the world outside into a smear of gray and sodium yellow. Elias Thorne sat in the passenger seat of the municipal van, his knuckles white as he gripped the worn leather of the headrest, feeling the kinetic energy of the vehicle transfer through his bones and...
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