The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The transfer order lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp wool. I read it twice, my thumb tracing the line where my signature was required. Forty years old. Twenty-two years in the force. One month left. The heart was a clock ticking out of time, a dull ache behind the ribs that turned to a sharp spear when I climbed the stairs to Blackwood Station. The air here was...

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