The Golden Myth
You wake up in the chair. The leather is cracked. It smells of old dust and cold coffee. Your head is heavy. You do not remember falling asleep. You only remember the silence. The building is quiet. It has always been quiet here. The walls are thick. They hold the sound in. They keep the world out. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are clean. This is good. You are an officer. You...
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