The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the streets into mirrors that showed you everything you wanted to hide. Detective Elias Thorne knew this. He knew it in his bones, in the ache of his left knee, a joint that had taken a bullet in Fallujah and never quite settled back into its socket. He was standing in the rain on the corner of State and...

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