The Golden Oath
The rain hits the hood of the sedan. It sounds like applause. You sit in the driver’s seat. The wipers are dead. You turn off the engine. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You are still. Your hands rest on the wheel. They are steady. They have always been steady. You are a cop. You know this. The badge is heavy in your pocket. It pulls your shirt down. You look in the...
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