The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the pavement outside the precinct into a slick, grey mirror that reflected nothing but the dim, flickering sodium lights of the streetlamps, and I stood at the center of that reflection, feeling the weight of my uniform press down on my shoulders like a wet wool coat that had been soaked in brine and rust, knowing that the water was not just...
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