The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain has been falling on the precinct roof for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turns the gutters into a river of mud and rust. You stand at the edge of the interrogation room, watching the water streak down the glass, and you feel the weight of your badge against your chest, not as a symbol of authority, but as a stone in your pocket, heavy and cold. The air inside is stale, smelling...

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