The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall smells of roasted duck and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying scent that hangs heavy in the air like a fog that refuses to break. You sit at the long mahogany table, your uniform pressed and buttoned to the throat, the brass buttons catching the dim light of the chandeliers. Around you, the officers of the precinct laugh, their voices a low, rumbling tide that crashes against the...

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