The Golden Downtown

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The brass pocket watch lay open on the mahogany desk, its face cracked like a dry riverbed, the gears still trembling with a faint, dying pulse. Elias Thorne stared at it, the weight of the silence in the precinct pressing against his eardrums. It was a Tuesday in October, the kind of day that smelled of wet wool and coal smoke, the air thick with the industrial haze that hung over the town of...

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