The Golden Mirror
The fluorescent lights of the Bureau of Internal Affairs hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the base of my skull, a sterile, clinical drone that stripped the color from the room and left only the gray concrete and the black metal of the table. I sat across from Julian, my partner of twelve years, and watched him stare at the transfer order on the table, his face a...
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