The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

You hold the badge. It is heavy. It is cold. The brass is tarnished by years of sweat and rain. You keep it in your left pocket. Your right hand grips the baton. The city sleeps. Or it pretends to. The streets are wet. The asphalt reflects the streetlights. Yellow pools of light. They look like holes in the dark. You walk. Your boots make a sound. Click. Click. Click. A metronome of duty. You...

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