The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain does not wash the city clean. It only makes the grime slicker, turning the asphalt of the precinct’s parking lot into a black mirror that reflects the flickering sodium lights. You stand in the center of it, your back to the squad car, holding the brass badge in your left hand. It is warm, heated by the palm you have been clutching for three days. The weight of it is a physical thing,...

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