The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The briefing room smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a scent that had seeped into the pores of Sergeant Elias Thorne over the last decade of service. He stood before the long mahogany table, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the weight of his badge against the fabric of his uniform shirt. Captain Halloway did not look up from the file he was shuffling, the papers rustling...

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