The Golden Visit
October 14, 1998 The rain has not stopped since dawn, a gray curtain that blurs the window of my temporary quarters in the federal housing block, and I sit here with the badge in my pocket feeling like a stone that will sink me if I do not throw it away. They took my access codes this morning, stripping the digital keys to the agency’s heart from my wrist, and Director Vance stood behind his...
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