The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain hit the window. It was a heavy rain. Cold. Gray. I sat in the chair. My uniform hung on the hook. It was black. It was dry. I touched the fabric. Smooth. Cold. It was my second skin. It was my soul. I had worn it for twenty years. I had bled into it. I had screamed into it. Now it just hung there. Waiting. The room was small. A cell. Not a jail cell. A holding room. For suspects. For...

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