The Golden Downtown
The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, drumming against the roof of the station wagon until the sound became a physical weight in my chest. I watched the wipers beat back and forth, a metronome counting down to the end of something I could not yet name. Beside me, Elias sat with his hands resting on his knees, palms up, as if offering his bones to the air. He was the finest officer I had ever...
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