The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The order sat on the metal table, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink still wet enough to smudge if I breathed on it. It was a transfer authorization, signed by Colonel Vance, effective immediately. I read the name in the custody field. Kael. My son. The word did not register as a name at first; it registered as a debt. I had twelve years of service, a badge that weighed like a stone in my...

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