The Golden Suspect
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the unpaved roads of the border district into thick, sucking mud that threatened to swallow the wheels of the military truck whole. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat, his spine pressed rigid against the cold metal frame, his left hand resting on the steering wheel with a tension that made his knuckles...
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