The Golden Downtown
The envelope was thick, the paper heavy with the weight of bureaucratic finality. You held it in your gloved hands, standing on the porch of your cabin where the wind bit through the wool of your coat. Inside, the Internal Affairs report declared you negligent. It stated that the shot which killed the smuggler at the river crossing was not an act of self-defense, but a failure of procedure, a...
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