The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windowpane by the weight of the night, a relentless, viscous curtain that turned the gaslight of the precinct into a blurred, amber smudge. I lay awake, the sheet twisted tight around my legs, listening to the rhythmic thud of my own blood in my ears, a metronome counting down the seconds until dawn when the shift would begin. In the...

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