The Golden Downtown
The ledger is missing a page, Sergeant Thorne. Elias looked up from the rusted chain-link fence, where his knuckles were white from gripping the cold metal. The wind off the abandoned lot carried the smell of wet concrete and old grease, a damp chill that seeped through his uniform jacket and settled in his lower back. He had come to this forgotten precinct to file the final report, a...
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