The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall smells of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a heavy, cloying scent that clings to the back of your throat as you stand at the edge of the room, your hand resting on the small of your back where the holster is empty, a hollow space that feels more present than the flesh around it. You are wearing the uniform of the state, the deep blue wool tailored to fit the rigid...

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