The Golden Quest
The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hung, a cold, gray curtain that blurred the streetlights into smears of amber and washed the grit of the South Side into a slick, reflective mirror of the city’s indifference. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning of a closed pawn shop, his fingers white-knuckled around a brass object that felt heavier than its mass should allow, a forged...
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