The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The coffee in the styrofoam cup was lukewarm and tasted of burnt metal, a flavor that had become the baseline for Gerald’s mornings. He sat in the breakroom of the Department of Public Safety, the fluorescent lights humming a low, persistent note that seemed to vibrate directly in his molars. Around him, the morning shift was assembling, a chorus of badges and zipped jackets. Gerald, a senior...

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