The Golden Crossing

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cinder blocks of the precinct station, turning the world outside the barred windows into a soft, indistinct blur. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at his desk, the surface slick with condensation, his fingers wrapped around a ceramic mug that had long since lost its heat. He was a man of heavy shoulders and...

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