The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the precinct, a relentless, industrial drumbeat that drowned out the tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the room. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, with hands that had forgotten how to tremble but remembered every bruise they had ever dealt. He held a tin cup of black coffee....

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