The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Bristol into slick, treacherous mirrors, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps in long, shivering ribbons. I stood on the top floor of the precinct, looking down at the chaos below through the grimy glass, my hand resting on the cold steel of my service revolver, though I had not drawn...

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