The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hit the window of the precinct’s break room like a handful of gravel. It was a gray, sickly afternoon, the kind that makes the fluorescent lights buzz with a low, angry hum. I sat across from Detective Miller. He was a big man, broad as a door, with hands that looked like they had been used to breaking things rather than holding coffee cups. He didn’t look at me. He looked at the...

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