The Golden Downtown
The rain had turned the asphalt of the downtown square into a black mirror, reflecting the amber glow of the streetlamps that lined the perimeter of the condemned St. Jude’s Hospital. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the lobby, his boots sinking slightly into the wet marble, watching the water drip from the exposed ceiling beams with a rhythmic, metronomic precision. He was a sergeant of...
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