The Golden Downtown
The brass badge on my chest, a six-pointed star of polished alloy, caught the light of the chandelier and threw a fractured constellation across the white tablecloth, a geometry of cold fire that seemed to hum with a frequency only I could hear, vibrating against the sternum of my uniform and rattling the very marrow of my bones as I sat amidst the wreckage of a celebration that had never truly...
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