The Golden Master
You are bleeding. The red is warm. It smells of copper and old pennies. You press your hand against the side of your head. The pavement is wet. It is not rain. It is something else. It is the rain of this place. You stand up. Your legs are heavy. They feel like lead pipes. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You are a man. You are not a man. You are a uniform. You are a badge. You are the...
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