The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain hits the pavement in hard, white sheets. You stand under the awning of a closed laundromat. The neon sign buzzes. It spells out CLEAN. The letters flicker. One is dead. You watch the water run in rivulets down the glass. You are a sergeant. Your badge is heavy on your chest. It feels like a stone. It feels like a shackle. A man stands across the street. He is old. His coat is thin. He...

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