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## The Long Shadow of the Precinct The rain in the city didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth from one gutter to another. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the 'Blue Note' club across the street flickering like a dying nerve. I was the Commissioner now, the man who owned the keys to every locked door in the city. I had spent thirty years climbing the ladder of the precinct,...
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