The Distant Temple
The badge was heavy on David’s chest. It had been polished once, a long time ago, by his father. Now the gold was tarnished, a dull, sickly yellow that matched the fluorescent lights of the precinct. David looked at it in the break room mirror. He did not see a symbol of authority. He saw a weight. He saw the thing that had crushed the spine of the man who had worn it before him. His father,...
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