The Warrant Clerk
The alarm clock went off at 6:30. Raymond Cooper reached out with his right hand and turned it off before it could make the second sound. He had learned, over eighteen years, that the first sound was sufficient to wake him and that the second sound was merely redundant. He sat up in bed. The apartment was cold. The heating system in the building on East State Street had been broken since...
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