The Golden Quest
The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, vibrating curtain that turned the asphalt of the South Side into a mirror for the city’s broken neon. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Halsted and 22nd, his hands shaking so violently that the gold watch in his left fist clinked against his knuckles with a sound like a small, angry bone. It was his brother’s watch,...
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