The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet asphalt and old copper. You stood on the corner of 4th and Main, your uniform slick, the badge on your chest feeling less like a symbol of authority and more like a cold stone pressed against your sternum. The city breathed around you, a slow, rhythmic exhalation of neon and exhaust, but you could not feel the air...

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