The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You are standing in the breakroom. The air tastes of burnt coffee and ozone. Your hands are shaking. You hide them inside your pockets. The fabric is thin. You can feel the cold metal of the pen you carry against your thigh. It is a tactical pen. You bought it for protection. It has never been used. You are a correctional officer. You are twenty-nine years old. You are a soldier in a war that...

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