The Golden Downtown
The rain in the plaza did not fall so much as it was pressed down by the weight of the air, a cold, metallic sheet that slicked the cobblestones until they reflected the gilded curves of the Municipal Hall like a distorted mirror. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his hands clenched at his sides, the leather of his gloves creaking softly as he watched the uniformed officers guide his wife,...
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