The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The champagne was warm and flat, the only thing in the room that wasn’t sharp. You stood by the window of the precinct’s back room, watching the steam rise from the cobbles outside, your reflection ghosting over the glass. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and the constable who had finally earned his keep. The promotion to Inspector was a paper away, a signature that would clear the debt...

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