The Golden Suspect
The train hisses and shudders into the station. It is night. The rain slicks the platform, turning the gaslight into a smear of yellow oil on wet stone. You stand at the edge. Your uniform is dry, crisp, and wrong for the weather. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are here to arrest. Or so the order says. The crowd parts for you. Not out of respect. Out of fear. You see it in their eyes. The...
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