The Faded Shield
The rain had stopped, but the gutters were still weeping a thick, brown sludge that coated the cobblestones of Oakhaven in a slick, unappealing film. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the municipal building, his collar turned up against the damp chill, and watched a pigeon peck at a discarded receipt on the step. He was thirty years old, a detective who believed that arrogance was just...
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