The Golden Suspect

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Act I I look back at the drive-in now, the screen a white smear in the dark, and remember the weight of the object in my pocket. It was not the seal. It was a shard of bronze, cold and sharp, pressing into the wool of my tunic. I had been a border guard for twelve years, my pension frozen mid-career, my life a series of leased terms in a tech corridor that did not care if I aged. I wanted only...

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