The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a cold, sleet-heavy curtain that turned the neon glow of the downtown district into a smear of bruised purple and sickly green against the wet asphalt. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold brick of the alleyway, his breath hitching in his chest like a trapped bird, the taste of copper and old blood coating the back of his...
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