The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain hit the pavement in a sheet, cold and grey, washing the blood from the asphalt into the storm drains. I stood there, chest heaving, my breath coming in ragged gasps that tasted of copper and wet concrete. My uniform was soaked through. The badge on my chest felt heavy, a lead anchor dragging me down into the grime. Across the street, the crowd had thinned. The cameras were gone. The...

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