The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-19 21:42:34 -

The coffee in the thermos had gone cold, but I drank it anyway. It tasted like burnt metal and old copper, a flavor that had become the background noise of my life for the last six months. I sat in the back of the squad car, the one assigned to me and the other two officers on patrol. The air conditioning rattled, a dry, rhythmic shudder that vibrated through the plastic seat and into my bones....

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