The Golden Master
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, grey suspension in the air that turned the cobblestones of the narrow lane into mirrors reflecting a sky that had forgotten the color of blue, and Sergeant Elias Thorne walked with the slow, deliberate cadence of a man whose body had been slowly dismantled by years of holding a shield against a tide that never ceased its relentless,...
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