The Golden Maze
The glass shattered against the asphalt. It was a violent, crisp sound. Not a thud. A snap. I heard it before I saw it. My hands were shaking. The debris glittered in the headlights of the cruiser. Blue and red lights washed the small square in a sickly, pulsing hue. I stood over the shards. My uniform felt heavy. The wool scratched my neck. The collar bit in. "Stand down, Miller." The voice...
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