The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain hits the pavement in sheets. You walk. Your boots are heavy. The leather is soaked. It clings to your feet. You do not stop. You walk down the street. The city is grey. The sky is grey. Your uniform is grey. It is not clean. It is stained with mud. It is stained with blood. You do not know whose blood it is. You assume it is yours. You are a patrol officer. Your name is not important....

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