The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The glass breaks. Not shatters. Breaks. A clean fracture. Like a bone under too much weight. You hear it before you see it. A sharp, high-pitched crack that cuts through the humid air of the station. Then the silence. Heavy. Wet. You stand in the center of the precinct. The floor is polished oak. Dark. Reflective. In the reflection, you see your own face. Pale. Shaved. The uniform is pressed....

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