The Golden Myth
The concrete floor was slick with a mixture of rainwater and something darker, a viscous sheen that caught the harsh fluorescent light above and threw it back in jagged, fractured shards across my knuckles, and as I drove my fist into the guard’s jaw, I did not feel the impact so much as I felt the sudden, terrifying absence of the world around me, a void where the noise of the station and the...
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