The Golden Master
The coffee in the mug is lukewarm, the surface a dull, stagnant film that catches the fluorescent buzz of the break room. You hold it with both hands, trying to warm your fingers, but the heat has long since evaporated. This is the first sign, the quiet, cold exclusion that has settled over the last three weeks since the raid on the industrial zone, the one that ended with Davos bleeding out on...
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