The Golden Oath
The silence in the precinct was not empty but heavy, a thick, cloying atmosphere that pressed against the glass of the observation room where you stood, watching the man who had been your brother for the last ten years, Thomas, sit slumped in the chair with his wrists bound by plastic cuffs that cut into his skin, the color of the veins beneath the pale flesh turning a bruised purple as the...
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