The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The order came down in a folder. Manila. Heavy. It smelled of wet paper and ozone. I sat in the war room, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, persistent hymn above my head. They called it Protocol Seven. I called it the eraser. "Read it back to us, Sergeant," Director Halloway said. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the rain lashed against the glass in vertical sheets. The...

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