The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The brass nameplate on my chest was cracked down the center, a jagged scar running through the letters that spelled out Sergeant Miller, and I held it in my palm like a broken tooth, feeling the cold metal bite into the meat of my hand. It was the only thing left of the badge I’d worn for twenty years, the only thing that still felt heavy enough to anchor me to the floor of the precinct, the...

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