The Golden Suspect
The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain that smudged the edges of the world and turned the neon lights of the street into bleeding bruises on the wet pavement. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his coat soaked through to the skin, feeling the cold seep into his bones with a persistence that mirrored the exhaustion of his spirit. He was a man who...
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