The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The siren does not wail; it tears. It is a sound that starts in the marrow of your bones and radiates outward, a physical force that shakes the dust from the ceiling tiles of the precinct’s holding room. You sit on the metal bench, the cold biting through the thin fabric of your uniform trousers, and you watch the double doors swing open. The light that floods in is blinding, white and sterile,...

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