The Golden Suspect
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray membrane stretched over the town of Oakhaven, sealing the windows of the police station and the hearts of the men inside. Detective Elias Thorne stood by the cold window, his reflection staring back at him, a ghostly superimposition of duty and decay. He held his left hand, the one that had once commanded respect on the football...
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