The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the streets of the coastal city into a slurry of asphalt and rust. Inside the precinct, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and ozone, a sterile atmosphere that clung to the back of the throat. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric drone that seemed to...
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