The Golden Mirror
The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the asphalt into a mirror that reflected the neon bleed of the advertisements above. You stood on the wet pavement outside the precinct, your uniform soaked through, the fabric heavy against your skin like a second, colder body. You were a detective, or at least that is what the badge on your chest said,...
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