The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The brass on the handcuffs is tarnished. You notice this because you are looking at your own hands. They are wrapped around the throat of a man who smells of expensive cologne and stale fear. The air in the penthouse is sterile, recycled, and thin. It tastes like nothing. It tastes like the absence of consequence. You are a Sergeant. You are a function of the state. You are the hand that...

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