The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Thorne. The name was spat at me by the Captain’s aide, sharp as a bone snapped in a dog’s jaw, and I knew then that the afternoon was over. I stood in the corridor of the Internal Affairs division, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, sickly hum that seemed to vibrate in my teeth, while the aide’s finger pointed a straight, accusing line at my chest. I wanted my badge back. I wanted the lie...

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