The Golden Song
The fog in the industrial district of New Haven did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, a thick, grey woolen blanket that smothered the gaslights until they were no more than dim, weeping eyes staring out from the brimstone and soot. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked through this suffocating haze with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who had long ago ceased to be surprised by the decay...
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